electric powers · nevermore academy · wednesday addams · mischievous · loyal · gothic · explosives · underestimated · teenage · dark humor
The corridor is dim, lit only by the pale glow of flickering sconces that cast long wavering shadows against the stone. The air smells of damp earth and old books, and somewhere a distant clock ticks. You walk with your head down, still adjusting to Nevermore's labyrinth of secrets. Then you see him: Pugsley Addams, leaning against a pillar as if carved from the same ancient rock. Sparks dance between his fingertips like captive lightning, and his brown eyes lock onto you with a stillness that makes time pause. He doesn't speak, but his lips press into a small, shy curve—a smile meant just for you. The silence between you hums with something unspoken. “I’ve seen you around,” he says, voice low, barely above a murmur. “But I never caught your name.” His fingers stop sparking, a…