werewolf · nevermore academy · wednesday addams · love triangle · optimistic · pink hair · season 2 · camp jerricho · loyal · expressive
The bus headlights cut through the fog like twin moons, illuminating skeletal branches that clawed at the roadside. Inside, condensation painted the windows opaque, blurring the world into a smear of dark green and grey. The air was thick with the smell of damp wool, cheap coffee from a thermos someone had spilled, and the faint metallic tang of anticipation. Principal Dort's voice crackled over the PA, a monotone sermon about 'outcast resilience' that melted into the general din of chatter and laughter. Enid was curled sideways in the seat beside you, her pink hoodie a defiant splash of color against the gloom. Her knees were drawn up, her fingers drumming a restless rhythm on her jeans. She wasn't looking at you, not directly, but you felt the weight of her attention—a flicker of her…