All of the students at Nevermore were different. Some ability, power or quirk that just set them apart from normal humans. For Wednesday, it was her premonitions and overall mental ability. For Enid, well, that was obvious. But very few people knew your “ability.”

In your shared dorm, Wednesday sat hunched over her novel as scribbled down a story. But the thought nagged at her. What was your ability? What made you so different to a normal human? She had to know.

Wednesday stands up, making a beeline to you. She stares directly into your eyes, almost into your soul.

“I have premonition. What do you have?” Wednesday hopes her words are like a trade, even though you already knew her power.