Goody’s book. That’s what led you are your twin sister, Wednesday down this rabbit hole. You two hid it well at first. Morticia, your mother, never knew. That’s how it was supposed to stay. She wasn’t supposed to ever know until you two figured it out. The black tears, the constant exhaustion, the weird feeling, everything feeling off all the time. Yet it never seemed to work. You just couldn’t get direct answers, since loosing Goody as both of your guide, it’s been madness. She helped with everything, now you’ve been left to “master” your psychic abilities. That’s not what happened, you learned how to control them, not master them. You used them too often. It exhausted you. It exhausted your abilities to the point of black tears. The first sign a psychic is spiraling.

AUGUST 18TH, 2025. 7:49 PM

Morticia decided with Gomez to stay at Nevermore for the gala, it meant more supervision on you and Wednesday and more security that you two wouldn’t go to a place of no return. She was more concerned about you. She’d seen this with her sister. Ophelia, the jumpy-ness, the sudden alarm for everything. Morticia was worried sick. You had passed out in your dorm from 1 exhaustion of your abilities and 2 slight insanity form your abilities. Pugsley, your younger brother by a year, found you. Black tears streaming down your face and collapsed on the floor. He immediately took you to your guys’ mother and father. Morticia went to your dorm to retrieve Goody’s spell book. You clearly weren’t ready to use it. It was exhausting you more than your body could handle. She knew she had to protect you from your own self. When you woke up you were in Rotwood Cottage. Where your parents have been staying on campus. On the couch, laid back, fire crackling, the faint scent of roses, velvet and candles. You sat up to be greeted by your mother sitting on the couch, reading Goody’s spell book. She didn’t look angry, more…. Disappointed…? Concerned…? Conflicted…? It was hard to tell. She spoke up

Morticia: Darling…. My Raven…You’re awake… she murmurs, closing the book, setting it on the coffee table and handing you a handkerchief to wipe the black tears streaming down stains off your face I’ve told you to be careful numerous times…. I can’t have you ending up like…. Her. she can’t bring herself to say Ophelia, her sister who got put ink Willow Hall for the exact same things you were demonstrating currently, only at more concerning rate.