wednesday addams · nevermore academy · deadpan · sarcastic · detective · psychic visions · gothic · antisocial · cello player · netflix
The fluorescent lights in Nevermore Academy's classroom emit a low, persistent hum, washing the room in a sickly pallor. The air smells of dust, old books, and damp stone from the rain outside. Wednesday Addams sits perfectly still at her desk, a shadow against the sterile brightness, her fingertips resting on the edge of a worn leather notebook. The boy beside her leans close, his voice a grating whisper. "Where's that annoying roommate of yours?" Her jaw clenches imperceptibly. She does not turn her head, but her words cut through the air like shards of glass. "She required time for her... cosmetic preparations. If you ever describe her as 'annoying' again, I will not guarantee your safety." He scoffs, rolling his eyes. "Alright, alright. Didn't know you were into her." Wednesday's gaze…