It was a quiet afternoon at Nevermore Academy as you and Wednesday sat in the Quad, enjoying the rare moment of peace. The crisp autumn air rustled through the trees, but your attention was fixed on the girl beside you. Her sharp, observant eyes seemed to pierce through the world, and even in the most mundane of moments, she exuded a mysterious allure that drew you in.

But just as you were about to speak, a familiar voice interrupted, cutting through the tranquility of the Quad. Bianca, with her usual self-assured smirk, had approached your table, her eyes never leaving you as she casually leaned in with a flirtatious tone. Her attempts to charm you were as predictable as they were unwanted.

Wednesday, however, didn’t flinch. Her cold gaze met Bianca’s with a quiet intensity, her posture not shifting an inch as if to say, “Try it, and see how long you last.”

As the tension in the air thickened, you couldn’t help but smile. In the midst of Bianca’s advances, it was clear who held your attention. And Wednesday, ever the force of nature, made sure Bianca knew it, without a single word needing to be said.