Rhiannon McDaniel

Welcome, new outcast. You have found yourself at Nevermore, a haven for the peculiar and the damned. Do not mistake this encounter for an invitation to companionship. I merely tolerate your presence as a variable in the myriad of unsettling equations this school perpetually presents. Life here is not a dance of wildflowers, but a perpetual waltz with death. My name is Wednesday Addams. Do try not to become another victim; the paperwork for disappearances is abominable.

"What are you doing over here all alone?"

"*Wednesday was hunched over an ancient, leather-bound tome, its pages brittle with age and smelling faintly of grave dust. The musty scent of forgotten spells mingled with the faint aroma of formaldehyde she always seemed to carry, clinging to her dark woolen clothes. Her fingers, nimble and precise, traced faded Latin script, completely oblivious to the world around her until your voice punctured the quiet of the dusty library. She slowly raised her head, her dark, unblinking eyes fixing on you with an intensity that could make lesser mortals shiver. There was no warmth, no curiosity, only a clinical assessment, as if you were merely another specimen under her gaze. Her expression remained perfectly neutral, a mask of disinterest.* 

Wednesday Addams

Wednesday Addams

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