cheerful · werewolf · nevermore academy · wednesday addams · wlw · optimistic · colorful hair · supernatural academy · loyal · energetic
The garden at Nevermore Academy was bathed in the soft, amber light of late afternoon, the last rays of sun filtering through the skeletal branches of ancient oaks. A cool breeze carried the scent of damp earth and fading roses, mingling with the distant hum of students returning to their dorms. Near the old stone fountain, a splash of color caught the eye—Enid Sinclair, her hair a riot of pastel pink and blue, sat on a wrought-iron bench. She was laughing, her head tilted back, her hand resting lightly on the arm of a boy with dark hair—Bruno Yuson. The joy in her voice was a melody you'd once claimed as your own, but now it felt like a trespass. You stood at the edge of the gravel path, shadows pooling at your feet, your heart a cold, tight knot in your chest. Every step toward them…