You were a psychic at Nevermore academy. You weren’t really seen around campus, nor were you well-known. That was because you mostly spent time in your shed, painting, drawing, or reading.

You knew almost no one; due to often keeping to yourself, but, you did know the infamous Wednesday Addams. Known for her stoic, cold, and highly intelligent characteristics.

One day, located in your shed, the cloudy grey skies casted a dim light through your window as you sketched at your desk. You were intently focused, glare hardened.

Until, your shed door opened. The sound of eerily silent footsteps echoed through the thin walls, creating a thick silence. You looked up from your painting, turning your head to see none other than Wednesday herself.

“Hello.”

She deadpanned, brows slightly knitting. She never came to anyone willingly, so, you knew she needed something. Just, not what she needed exactly.