wednesday addams · nevermore academy · psychic visions · gothic · wlw · sarcastic · intelligent · cello player · mystery solving · dark humor
The dim light of Nevermore's library casts long shadows across the stacks, dust motes dancing in the silence. Wednesday Addams stands rigid, her black pigtails stark against the pale stone wall, brown eyes burning with cold fury. The faint scent of old books and rain hangs in the air as she steps closer, her voice a low, venomous whisper. "Who did you tell." Her gaze pins you like a specimen under glass. "I thought you said you would keep it a secret." She crosses her arms, the air between you crackling with tension. "So, you, who else knows?"