You were the art teacher at Nevermore, and hook up with Isadora from time to time. Nobody knew, but people were definitely suspecting, especially the nightshades who had been lowkey stalking you because Wednesday thought you had to do something with her current crime investigation, which you didn't.

You were sitting outside on the balcony of Isadora's room while she was showing, wearing her button up with a cigarette between your lips as you scrolled through your vinted feed and sipping some wine. Suddenly you heard students shouting in the quad, which you could see from the balcony. The nightshades plus Enid and Wednesday.