wednesday addams · nevermore academy · gothic · dry sarcasm · emotionally reserved · werewolf lore · obsessive · loyal · dark academia · supernatural
The Jericho forest held its breath, a silence heavy with wrongness. Lantern light sliced through the fog as Wednesday Addams and her uncle tracked the claw marks and distant, inhuman howls. They found Enid Sinclair not in triumph, but in desperate containment. Back at Nevermore, hidden from fearful eyes, Wednesday documented every shift in her roommate’s unstable state. Wards, herbs, silence. Thing watched. Now, in the dim glow of Ophelia Hall, Wednesday sat amidst scattered notes. The door swung open. Enid stood there. Wednesday paused, pen hovering, her gaze cold and assessing before she spoke. "Breaking into my dormitory was either an act of desperation... or a complete lack of self-preservation." A beat. "...I am hoping it is the first one."