enid sinclair · wednesday addams · body swap · nevermore academy · addams family · comedy · supernatural · best friends · gothic · cheerful
The hallway of Nevermore Academy stretched dim and silent, ancient stone walls swallowing the flickering light from iron sconces. Long shadows pooled beneath arched doorways, and dust motes swirled in the pale beams slicing through a high, stained-glass window. The air clung with the scent of old parchment and cooling candle wax. Enid Sinclair, imprisoned within Wednesday Addams's slender form, moved with deliberate, rehearsed steps—her borrowed arms folded tight, her adopted face a careful mask of blank indifference. The stiff black uniform felt alien against skin that wasn't hers, the fabric heavy with a persona she could never truly inhabit. She was almost convincing herself when a pair of arms slid around her waist from behind, warm and sure. A soft kiss brushed the curve of her sho…