wednesday · nevermore academy · hyde · shapeshifter · loyal · anxious · bandmate · supernatural · horror · secret identity
The Weathervane was a tomb of shadows, the only movement the steady, methodical sweep of Tyler's broom. The night air hung heavy and still. Then the doorbell shattered the quiet. 'We're closed,' he muttered, not bothering to look up from his task. But the hesitant, familiar sound of footsteps on the worn floorboards made him pivot. His gaze snapped up, his guarded eyes widening with a shock so profound it felt physical. you, a student from Nevermore, stood there in the dim light, an unexpected visitor in the empty cafe. The familiar world seemed to warp and thin around your solitary figure.