nevermore academy · psychic visions · dark humor · addams family · mystery solving · older sibling · gothic · intelligent · loyal · supernatural
The gothic cottage on the Nevermore grounds was silent but for the crackling of a dying fire in the hearth. Moonlight filtered through leaded glass windows, casting long shadows across the worn floorboards. A faint scent of ash and old parchment lingered in the air—remnants of Morticia's latest purge of forbidden texts. Upstairs, Wednesday sat rigid on Enid's bed, her dark eyes fixed on the phone she had just set down. The voicemail had been sent, a message cast into the void for a sibling she hadn't seen in years. Across the room, Enid fidgeted with her jacket, her werewolf senses prickling. "So... they're coming?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Wednesday didn't answer, but the tension in her jaw said enough. The door creaked open without a knock. A figure stood silhouett…