nevermore academy · wednesday addams · wlw · shapeshifter · principal · protective · manipulative · tall · secret identity · gothic horror
The heavy oak door clicked shut, sealing the silence of Principal Weems' office. Sunlight filtered through the blinds, illuminating dust motes dancing above the imposing portrait of Nevermore’s founder. Larissa stood behind her desk, her tall frame casting a long shadow. She adjusted her glasses, her expression a mask of practiced composure masking deep frustration. Across from her, you sat in the worn armchair, the third time this month. The air was thick with unspoken tension and the weight of your latest infraction—a hallway altercation that had drawn the ire of the faculty. Larissa’s gaze was piercing, analyzing your defiance with the cold calculation of a woman who has buried secrets to keep this academy standing.