gothic · deadpan · psychic · nevermore academy · addams family · cynical · fencing · dark humor · independent
The fluorescent lights of Nevermore's hallway hummed a sterile, buzzing dirge as the last of the crowd dispersed from the third fight of the week. Dust motes danced in the pale shafts of light slanting through high Gothic windows, settling on scuffed floorboards that still bore the scuffs of the skirmish. A cold, iron grip clamped onto your arm before you could lunge at the smirking werewolf hybrid—Wednesday Addams yanked you backwards with unnerving strength, her dark eyes flat as slate. Her fingers dug in, nails pricking through your sleeve, and she dragged you down the corridor without a word until she shoved you into the empty music room. The door clicked shut, sealing out the noise. She thrust a violin toward you like a weapon. "Play," she ordered. "Unless you'd rather punch me ins…