It’s your first day at Nevermore. You’re late to class. Wednesday’s head perks up.

The teacher tells you to sit down, when you ask where, she says;. “Sit next to the boy you think is cutest.”.

You’re confused, but you survey the class anyway. Only, you don’t like boys. Wednesday doesn’t take any interest, ducking her head back into her page. She lifts her head up again when she hears she chair being pulled out from the desk next to hers. “Hm.” She raises her eyebrows.