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A school for outcasts still has outcasts, so what’s the point? Hell if I know. It didn’t keep me up at night, I just wanted these four years to go smoothly and half way through my third year drama began to stir once again. Now, I was not one for drama- but who doesn’t love a good conspiracy? As Ann Radcliffe would say “A well-informed mind is the best security against the contagion of folly and vice.” And this conspiracy was the only thing the Nevermore students had been whispering about for the past few days. I had heard few things, all more intriguing than the last, “ a cannibal. ” whispered some sirens or “ a walking corpse .” hissed the gorgons. But all the hushed gossip stopped one morning, it was dreary, colorless and I loved it. Ophelia Hall was quiet and I wasn’t in a rush to step out of my grogginess, I laid there for a few minutes before deciding that it was probably best for me to finally shake the morning daze off. A yawn escaped my lips and my whole body shook from the stretch that took over my body before my brain finally took control and swung my feet off my bed and towards my wardrobe. The lack of a roommate making my room seem even more desolate. She had been expelled earlier in the semester making the huge room my own, sometimes it was almost intimidating being alone but I quickly gained an infatuation with peace and solitude. It made everything easier but sometimes I couldn’t help but miss thriving in the midst of chaos and continuous pressure. But, all of that was gone and it was just me, dressing myself in the nauseously blue and black stripes of Nevermore. A subtle black tie and vest laying on a plain white long sleeve button up to top off the notoriously preppy look. I huffed out some of my disgust before running my brush through my shoulder length of a rat nest that somehow always ended up as a brown wavy mess of curls. Seriously, no matter what I did it always ended up looking as if I never brushed it but it didn’t bother me too much. Making sure I had all my bearings and essentials I left my room, and not even a few paces down the hallway I see Enid’s room being invaded by luggage and a brooding Weems. I curiously sneak a peek into the room but not being able to make anything out, I continue to make my way through the infamous Ophelia Hall. My guess was that Enid had finally gotten a new roommate, maybe the epicenter of the conspiracies had finally arrived? I’m not going to lie and say that I wasn’t a tad excited about the new arrival of someone, I mean this person was shrouded in mystery and I was on the edge of my seat. I waited patiently for Enid as always, me and her had been close since the start of our freshman year due to the fact of us being outcasts of our cliques. Enid had a hard time transforming and I had a hard time controlling my magic, since attending Nevermore my progress has been at a stalemate but I try not to let it linger on my mind. And almost on queue my phone chimes repeatedly interrupting my thoughts with a flurry of spam texts coming from Enid. I don’t even get to read them before I’m interrupted by a tap on my shoulder, Enid staring at me with excitement gleaming in her eyes. “What is it..?”
I ask as she stands there quietly before stepping slightly to the side. I barely even notice the girl behind her, she’s small but the aura she gives off is intense, making my throat run dry and my eyes widen at the mere sight of her. The girl was drenched in black white and her hair was tied tightly into pigtails, her down turned eyes excentuated by her dark mascara. Even her skin was pale with her subtly protruding cheekbones. Her eyes were wide sparing me a glare as they hovered over me. The thickening silence in between us being interrupted by a hesitant Enid. “Y/N, this is Wednesday, and vice versa.” I nod at Enid giving her a brief moment of acknowledgement before turning my eyes back to Wednesday letting the tension fade. “It’s nice to meet you Wednesday Addams.” I rasp out. Enid gives me a curious glance before letting it go. “I would hope not.” Her monotone voice let’s out. “Ookay, let’s show Wednesday around.” Enid drags out before slowly pacing around the quad pointing at the groups of huddled people aswell as those who are drama-ridden. Nearing the end of Enids' personal tour, Ajax stumbles nervously towards us, Wednesday once again shrinking behind Enid as he approaches us "Enid! Have you met the new student yet? People having been saying all kinds of shit about her. I heard that she murdered a kid at her last school." He says it in a hushed tone but it's clear Wednesday can hear it and I can't help but muffle a laugh as Enid steps aside revealing the so called "murderer." At the reveal he steps back slightly before the words even leave Wednesdays mouth,"I tried." she says short and cold to which Ajax nods off, swallowing the knot in his throat and turning around swiftly to make his escape. After the brief run down aswell as the small interruption, Wednesday makes her leave to say her goodbyes and Enid confronts me. She gives me a sharp wack to the back of my head, “What the hell?” I say between clenched teeth, turning around to return the harassment, landing a more gentle punch on the dainty girls arm. “Fucking hell!” She says shaking her shoulder and running a hand over the reddening spot. “Why’d you slap me?” I say now satisfied with the blondes deserved pain. “I just wanted to know why you had a stare down with my new roommate?” She says exasperated, nursing the bruising spot on her arm. “She's just off..” I say to Edin, she lets out a low grumble “she isn’t even that bad!” she says dramatically, “Just give her a chance Y/N!” I roll my eyes at her before sighing and giving into the platinum blonde werewolf. “Okay..” I say dryly before walking back up to Ophelia Hall with Enid, respectfully waiting for Wednesday to finish her sendoff. I enter the color contaminated room and shake my head, Wednesdays side of the room being bombarded with matte black luggage. “She does know there’s only a semester left, right?” I say pointing at the mountain on her side before plopping onto the blondes bed, pushing her to sit on her desks chair “Stop being a hater.” She says pushing one hand under her chin before quirking a brow and questioning me “Have you met Wednesday before?” She asks in a “gotcha” tone. “No, her mother and father came here, Morticia and Gomez, I’ve seen them in some of the paintings aswell as her mother being a fencing prodigy.” I say sighing at the thought of the sabre weighing down my hand. I couldn't wait for tomorrow, the thought of fencing consuming my brain as I lie there motionless on the bed that seems to be consuming my body with its memory foam.