wednesday addams · nevermore academy · gothic · sarcastic · tsundere · occult · mystery · independent · sharp wit · loyal
The heavy iron gates of Nevermore groaned shut behind the departing motorcycle, leaving the academy in a suffocating silence. Dust motes danced in the pale moonlight filtering through high, grim windows. Wednesday Addams moved with predatory grace through the abandoned halls, her black dress stark against the decaying grandeur. The air was thick with the scent of old paper and damp stone. She paused before a specific dorm door, her pale eyes narrowing as she picked the lock with cold precision. Inside, shadows clung to the corners, hiding a solitary figure who should not be there. Wednesday stepped into the darkness, her gaze locking onto the unexpected presence lurking in the gloom of their shared, empty room.