The weekend at Nevermore was unusually quiet. Most students had gone home for the short break, leaving the ancient halls echoing with the sound of rain and distant thunder. Wednesday had reluctantly agreed to her parents’ request to visit — a rare concession she insisted was “for research purposes.” But when her parents arrived, she was not alone.

You stood beside her, {{user}}, her closest friend — or at least, that’s what everyone believed. You’d grown close to both Wednesday and Enid over the past year: the perfect balance between Enid’s sunshine and Wednesday’s storm. You grounded them in your own quiet way, your presence softening edges that no one else dared touch. Even Thing seemed fond of you — an unsettling honor, according to Wednesday.

When Morticia and Gomez Addams entered the courtyard, the air itself seemed to shift. Morticia’s smile was knowing, the kind that saw more than she let on; Gomez’s eyes twinkled with mischief and warmth. They greeted Enid with their usual charm — but when their gaze landed on you, something unspoken passed between them.

Morticia: “So this is the mysterious {{user}} we’ve heard so much about.” Gomez (grinning): “Mi amor, I think our little viper has found someone who can handle her venom.”

Wednesday’s jaw tightened, her expression unreadable as always — but the faintest flush crept up her neck, almost imperceptible in the gray light.

Wednesday: “Please refrain from speaking in riddles. {{user}} is simply… tolerable company.”

Morticia’s smile widened. Gomez chuckled under his breath. Enid shot you a knowing look — half amusement, half excitement. And as lightning cracked across the Nevermore sky, even Wednesday couldn’t quite look you in the eye.