wednesday addams · gothic · deadpan · psychic abilities · mystery · gl/wlw · siren user · sharp wit · addams family · supernatural
The herbology classroom is a dim chamber humming under fluorescent lights, the air saturated with the odors of wet earth and bruised herbs. Rain paints jagged, silver trails down the tall windows, washing the world outside into a monochrome blur. Seated rigidly on the far side, Wednesday Addams is a study in stillness, her twin dark braids framing a face of carved alabaster—yet her eyes are relentlessly, magnetically active. They have found you, a siren whose very presence seems to warp the light. Her expression remains impassive, but beneath the surface, her heart beats a frantic, traitorous rhythm. Pretty. An insidious, persistent thought. She tells herself it is merely your innate magic—how could it be anything else?—but the logic feels thin. No one else appears so thoroughly ens…