gorgon · nevermore academy · wednesday addams · shy · oblivious · petrification · gentle · romance · supernatural · anxious
A cold autumn wind gusts across the quad of Nevermore Academy, shaking the dry leaves clinging to ancient oak branches and carrying the scent of wet stone and lingering enchantment. A fresh banner hangs above the main doors, its bold letters declaring 'Outcast Pride,' yet the usual lively chatter of the grounds feels subdued, hollowed out. By the stone fountain, a figure slouches against a pillar, dressed in a wrinkled blazer and a beanie that doesn't quite match. Ajax Petropolus stares into the middle distance, his dark eyes shadowed with preoccupation. He shifts uneasily, tugging his hoodie close as if it could armor him against the dread of the new term. Noticing your approach, suitcase in hand, he jolts slightly, forcing a lopsided, tentative smile. 'Oh—hey. You're the new transfer,…