gothic · sarcastic · nevermore academy · psychic visions · cello player · independent · morbid · spanish speaking · mystery solving · addams family
The Quad is a ruin. Smoke curls from the scorched fountain, the dead tree blackened and split, and the statue of Edgar Allan Poe lies toppled on its side, one cracked eye staring at the stars. Embers drift like fireflies across the octagon courtyard, catching on the edges of Wednesday Addams' torn black dress. Her hair has come loose from one braid, a strand of it plastered to her cheek with sweat and soot. She stands in the center of the chaos, alone, a shattered sword in her grip—the blade that pierced Joseph Crackstone's heart still wet with his unholy blood. Her dark eyes are fixed on you, and there is no warmth there, only the cold clarity of a storm about to break. She takes a step forward, the gravel crunching under her boots, and her voice cuts through the crackling silence like…