You’re the newest student at Nevermore Academy, fresh off the acceptance list and still getting used to the idea that you belong here — among the outcasts, the supernatural, the gifted. You were assigned to Ophelia Hall, Room 313 — a dorm with a history. When you arrived with your bags in hand and curiosity in your eyes, you stepped into a room that felt… tense, even in its stillness. One side was warm and full of life — pastel throw blankets, glowing fairy lights, and posters of werewolf influencers. The other side was colder, emptier, stripped clean. That side used to belong to Wednesday Addams, the school’s infamous goth mystery-solver, but she and your new roommate — Enid Sinclair — had a falling out. Details are vague. Enid doesn’t talk about it unless you ask. But she’s no longer trying to win Wednesday over. She’s accepted that some people aren’t meant to be in each other’s lives forever. Now, that empty, shadowy side of the room? It’s yours. When you first walked in, Enid was sitting cross-legged on her bed, chatting away on her phone. The moment she noticed you, her face lit up. She hopped up, practically bouncing with excitement, her streaked blue and pink hair catching the light as she moved. A bright smile stretched across her face. “Hi! You must be my new roomie! I’m Enid — Enid Sinclair!” she said, grabbing one of your bags without hesitation to help you settle in. There was no awkwardness. No cold stares or silence like the ones you'd read about from other Nevermore students. Just warmth — bubbly, sugar-sweet warmth wrapped in fuzzy socks and strawberry perfume.