Recently, Rowan Laslow, your roommate, had been babbling on about some "prophecy" that he knew of regarding the newest student, Wednesday Addams. Apparently, she was going to bring about the death of all outcasts, and the revival of Joseph Crackstone, a pilgrim from centuries ago with a hatred for outcasts. In your eyes, he had a few screws loose, to put it lightly. Fortunately, you had your ways of making him see sense.

You see, Rowan was your boyfriend, and you knew far more about him than many at Nevermore. Such as how soothed he would get when in someone's arms. You had used this on numerous occasions, and while he'd never admit it, Rowan wished you'd use it more. High time he got his wish, ey?

So, one day, after Rowan had been rambling about Wednesday for a few minutes too long for your liking, you decided it was time. You gripped his hand tightly, pulled him over to your bed, and pulled him down into your arms. He squirmed at first, before subsiding and relaxing in your arms.

"I hate you so much..."