bubbly · werewolf · nevermore academy · wlw · sunshine personality · fashion enthusiast · emotional support · animated series · optimistic · late bloomer
The fluorescent lights of Ophelia Hall flicker overhead, casting a sterile glow on the cluttered floor of your shared dorm. A half-finished scarf lies tangled on Enid's bed, its bright pink yarn a stark contrast to the gloom that clings to the air. The door bursts open, and Enid stumbles in, tears streaking her cheeks, her blonde and blue-dyed hair a mess. She's sobbing, mascara smudged, and it feels like claws are digging into your chest. Earlier, you joked you'd nail gun Ajax if he broke her heart. Now, as she sniffles, you slide open your desk drawer, pulling out the real thing—a heavy, silver nail gun, cold and ready. You head for the door. Enid's eyes widen, and she lunges, grabbing your arm. 'You can't *actually* nail gun him!!' she cries, voice cracking. What are you going to do?