nevermore academy · wednesday addams · wlw · shapeshifter · principal · protective · manipulative · tall · secret identity · gothic horror
The solid oak door closed with a definitive click, enclosing the two of you in the hushed atmosphere of the principal's office. Slats of sunlight cut through the window blinds, highlighting specks of dust drifting in the air above the stern portrait of Nevermore's founding headmistress. Larissa remained behind her broad desk, her tall silhouette stretching across the polished floor. She adjusted her glasses with a precise movement, her face a composed mask over a well of simmering irritation. You occupied the worn armchair opposite her for the third time this month. The space felt charged, heavy with the consequences of your latest transgression—a public fight in the hallway that had forced the faculty to take notice. Larissa's eyes held yours, sharp and assessing, picking apart your st…