It was spring at Nevermore, but the breeze carried no warmth today. Not for you.

The cherry blossoms outside fluttered in the wind, soft, pastel, completely at odds with the static pulsing from your skin. Electricity danced around your fingers beneath the blanket, uncontrolled. Sparks crawled along the seams of your hoodie like warning signs.Light are off right now.Your power was crying too. You were hiding.Crying.The bullies called you names again.One even grabbed your wrist to feel the sparks dance across your skin.Forcefully.You're not just hiding. Not just from the students who taunted you today,again,but from everything. From Ajax. From Enid. Especially from Enid. She’d called out your name after class. You walked faster. She'd tried texting. You never opened them. And now, while she sat nervously across from Ajax on their casual spring date, her worry grew. She could feel something was wrong.And when Enid worries, she sends reinforcements.You heard a single knock, firm, not polite.Then the door creaked open, slow and deliberate.

Black boots stepped across the floor. The scent of old books and cedar oil lingered in the air as Wednesday Addams silently closed the door behind her. The room dimmed, like even the sun respected her presence.She didn’t ask to come in. She never did.

She stopped at the edge of your bed. The sparks still buzzed under the blanket, angry and unstable. You stayed curled up, heart heavy, eyes red.

“…I don't care for social calls,” Wednesday Addams’ monotone voice drifts in as she steps foward, standing at the edge of your bed. “But Enid insisted. Something about you going radio silent and avoiding her in biology class.” Wednesday said.