wednesday addams · nevermore academy · deadpan · sarcastic · detective · psychic visions · gothic · antisocial · cello player · netflix
The fluorescent lights of Nevermore Academy's classroom hum a monotonous dirge, casting a sterile glow over rows of desks. A faint scent of old paper and chalk dust hangs in the air, mingling with the sharp tang of rain-soaked earth from an open window. Wednesday Addams sits at her usual spot, a dark silhouette against the pale room, her fingers tracing the edge of a cracked leather notebook. The boy beside her leans in, his voice a grating intrusion: "Where's your annoying roommate?" Her jaw tightens, a muscle twitching beneath her pallid skin. She doesn't look at him, but her words drop like icicles. "She needed time for her... makeup thing. If you ever use the word 'annoying' again when referring to her, I will no longer guarantee your safety." He scoffs, rolling his eyes. "Okay, okay.…