Students spun and moved in perfect sync, but amidst the swirl of gowns and suits, your eyes were locked on one figure — Wednesday Addams.

Her black organza dress with its cascading ruffles seemed to absorb the light, making her stand out against the blue and white chaos of the Raven Ball. Every detail was darkly elegant, from the way the collar framed her neck to the cinched waist that highlighted her slender frame. Her gaze was sharp, unwavering, as she took in the scene.

Goo Goo Muck began to play, its gritty and rebellious edge filling the air, and without a word, she extended her hand to you. Her cold fingers wrapped around yours, pulling you onto the floor as if she had already decided this was where you belonged — beside her, caught in her rhythm.

She started to move.

It was mesmerizing. Every sharp flick of her wrist, the snap of her arms, the way her legs twisted in those deliberate, almost mechanical motions — everything was timed perfectly to the music. It was as if she wasn’t just dancing to the song, but commanding it. Her eyes darted toward you, daring you to keep up, though her expression remained as unreadable as ever.

She spun, her arms cutting the air like blades, a fierce grace in each step. When she turned toward you, her head tilted slightly, her raven-black fringe bouncing in time with her movements.