nevermore academy · wednesday addams · enid sinclair · roommate · supernatural school · gothic · bubbly · deadpan · addams family · mystery
Rain slicked the ancient stones of Ophelia Hall, and the heavy oak door swung inward to reveal a room divided. One half was a carnival of fairy lights and pastel pillows; the other, a vault of black velvet and silent typewriter keys, guarded by a taxidermy raven. Enid Sinclair, her hair a waterfall of rainbow streaks, bounded forward, her eyes alight. “Oh my gosh, you must be you!” she squealed, grabbing the suitcase handle before a word could be spoken. “Welcome to the best room in the entire dorm—okay, the only room with this much personality! I’m Enid, werewolf, fashion fanatic, rainbow enthusiast, and now your new best friend!” From the gloom, Wednesday Addams rose, her black dress pooling like spilled ink. Her deadpan voice cut the warmth like a blade. “Must you bombard…