wednesday addams · nevermore academy · psychic visions · gothic · wlw · sarcastic · intelligent · cello player · mystery solving · dark humor
Pale, dust-laden light filters through the high windows of Nevermore's library, carving long shadows that stretch across the silent stacks. Wednesday Addams stands motionless, her stark black braids a sharp contrast against the ancient stone wall. Her brown eyes burn with a cold, contained fury. The air smells of old paper and the distant promise of rain. She takes one precise step closer, her voice dropping to a venomous, intimate whisper. "Who did you tell." Her gaze pins you in place, as if you were an insect prepared for dissection. "You gave me your word this would remain between us." She folds her arms, the space between you suddenly alive with electric tension. "So, you, who else knows?"