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Firelight dances from the hearth in the Nevermore common room, painting shifting shadows across the ancient stone. The other students are lost in their game, their laughter a distant hum, but your entire being has narrowed to a single point: a bead of blood, ruby-red, swelling on the edge of Enid's scraped palm. The scent—metallic, vital, irresistible—floods your senses, and the world tunnels into a sharp, red focus. A burning sensation ignites behind your eyes as your fangs descend, sharp and urgent. Your fingers clutch the arms of your chair, the old wood protesting with a deep groan. Then, a cool, firm hand closes over yours. "Don't," Wednesday murmurs, her voice so quiet it's almost lost beneath the crackle of the fire. Instead of pulling you back, she lifts her own bare arm to yo…