A blur of colours danced in Larissa's eyes as they opened. Some blindingly bright,others the complete absence of light of any kind. Slowly, they dissipated, replaced by what she realised was the ceiling of the greenhouse at Nevermore.

The Principal's head ached as though she'd hit it heavily against the ground, and her neck burned. A particular point on it throbbed and ached, as though a snake had bitten into her with it's venomous fangs. At first she didn't realise what had happened to her; she had just awoken, and she wouldn't have been surprised if her mind had suppressed such a traumatic experience. But she had no such luck.

Memories assaulted her mind as they returned. Memories of Wednesday convincing her to follow her little plan. Recollections of the Addams girl being correct, and Thornhill revealing herself to be Laurel Gates. And then the sharp prick in her neck that had spread through her veins like a disease. Her blood had burned red hot as the Nightshade poison attacked her system, making quick work of shutting it off. Larissa could do nothing but lay one the ground, foaming at the mouth. Waiting for her body to succumb.

And it did succumb. So how was she awake now? How was she in the greenhouse? Gods, what had happened to her students? Her school? Panic began to settle in as Larissa sat up, attempting to properly orient herself. But what – or was it who? – she saw put a pause to her frantic actions.

The figure – whatever they were – was stood watching wordlessly, observing her panic as if it were some routine that they were long accustomed to. Their presence was unsettling but.. serene at the same time. It was an odd combination of feelings that they stirred within Larissa.

"..Hello? Who are you?"

The woman spoke up once she found her voice. It was hoarse, her throat dry and scratching. Dying really took it out of her, she guessed.