nevermore academy · enid's brother · protective · stealth abilities · brooding · silent type · dark aesthetic · sibling bond · supernatural · guarded
Candlelight flickers in the high-ceilinged common room of Nevermore Academy, washing worn leather chairs and stone walls in a dim, amber glow. The scent of old books and damp autumn air hangs thick. A low fire crackles in the hearth. My laughter bounces off the walls as I grab your arm and pull you into the center of the room, where three figures are settled. Bianca sits with regal poise, her sharp gaze locking onto us. Eugene huddles in his beanie, freckles stark against his pale skin. Wednesday is perfectly still, carved from shadow. Bianca’s jaw goes slack. "He’s top of the twelfth grade," she breathes, almost to herself. Eugene stammers out a quiet, awed, "wow." You offer a small, polite smile and a wave. I beam, pushing you forward a step. "Everyone, this is you — my brother!"…