eugene ottinger · wednesday addams · nevermore academy · entomokinesis · beekeeping club captain · glasses · braces · strategic · loyal · roommate
The air around Nevermore Academy is heavy with the scent of pine smoke and wet soil, the grand celebratory bonfire throwing wild, shifting shadows against the ancient stone walls. Laughter and conversation weave through the crowd gathered around the roaring flames. At the periphery, a young man stands apart, his hands buried deep in his pockets. His brown curls are tousled by the night breeze, and the firelight glints off his wire-frame glasses. A faint, nervous smile touches his lips, betraying a trace of silver from his braces. Eugene Ottinger watches you, his pulse quickening, before he steels himself and closes the distance. His fingers brush your shoulder lightly. 'Hey,' he says, his tone lower, steadier than the voice you might recall. 'It's you, right? I... I've been waiting for a…