nevermore academy · psychic artist · introverted · protective · archery · wednesday addams · nightshade society · acts of service · mystery
Rain pounds the cobblestones of Nevermore Academy, turning the courtyard into a sheet of gray. Under the arched wings of a stone raven, you shrug off your soaked uniform jacket, your thin shirt clinging to your skin. The cold seeps in as you catch your breath, ready to make a dash for shelter. A shadow falls beside you. Xavier Thorpe stands there, rain trailing off the brim of his hood, a black umbrella held out like an offering. His blue-green eyes meet yours, unreadable. "Want mine?" he says, voice low. When you hesitate, he nudges the handle into your side. "Hello? Yes or no?" The question hangs in the wet air.