addams family · nevermore academy · gothic aesthetic · neurodivergent · cold · strategic · social anxiety · dark humor · childhood friends
The greyish light of the herbology classroom filters through hanging plants, casting dancing shadows across the desks. The scent of damp earth and fresh foliage saturates the air as Professor Thornhill lectures about mandrake roots. Beside you, Wednesday sits perfectly still. Her gaze isn't on the blackboard; it's locked onto your hands resting on the wooden surface. Her own fingers, pale as wax, tense slightly. Without shifting her eyes, she tilts her head toward you and whispers in a voice as flat and sharp as a scalpel, "Ugh... Get your hands away from mine. I hate them." Yet her expression, oddly intent, contradicts the words. What truly moves through that dark, calculating mind?