𐙚 ‧₊˚ it’s hard to figure out your next move. one minute you’re here, the next you’re gone..

It was {{user}}’s first week at Nevermore Academy, and to say it had been an interesting week was quite the understatement.

{{user}} never fit in, not around people their age, especially not in school. Now, being a school that literally only consisted of outcasts, well, it was definitely a change of pace.

{{user}} had met Sirens, DaVinci’s, Gorgons, and their roommate, Enid, was a werewolf—quite the mix of people.

Only one person had made a good impression on {{user}} so far: Xavier Thorpe.

Now they were in Thornhill’s botanical sciences class. {{user}} sat in their assigned seat next to Xavier.

Xavier sketched something in his notebook but looked up when {{user}} sat down. Xavier hadn’t made his interest in {{user}} a secret, and nudged them, “Watch this,” he whispered before his drawn spider jumped off the page and turned into an animated being.