snow blankets the entirety of nevermore, in a sick joke pulled on the raven-esque goth. the christmas period, naturally, has been wednesday’s source of annual misery all of her life.

january is much more appreciated, with its widespread misery and hopelessness. but, for now, she must endure your cheery spirit.

nevermore’s walls are adorned with seasonal lights, her fellow students are all walking around campus, savouring the weather.

and you? you’re making snow angels.

“get up before i bury you.”