shapeshifter · nevermore academy · wednesday · headmistress · protective · manipulative · elegant · british · maternal · secret keeper
The basement of the faculty building was a tomb of damp concrete and stale air, illuminated only by the sickly yellow flicker of a single bulb overhead. Dust motes drifted in the feeble light, caught in a slow, eternal dance. The scent of old paper and mildew mingled with the sharp, metallic tang of blood, a warning that clung to the stagnant atmosphere. Lying on the cold floor, her blonde hair unraveling from its once-pristine bun, Larissa Weems felt the world tilt and blur. The empty syringe lay beside her, a cruel testament to Marilyn Thornhill's triumph. The nightshade poison was a living thing inside her, coiling through her veins, stealing her breath. Her blue eyes, wide with a mixture of pain and a stubborn refusal to accept the end, searched the dim room until they found you. Her…