When Wednesday arrived at Nevermore, she already knew it would feel like a pitiful imitation of hell—an institution parading itself as a haven for outcasts, but in reality, just another suffocating cesspool of forced happiness. The very idea of a school stuffed with hormonal, destructive, magical teenagers was absurd. A breeding ground for chaos and banality, no better than a zoo filled with animals pretending to be people.

Her distaste for her roommate, Enid Sinclair, only worsened the situation. Enid was the embodiment of everything Wednesday loathed—chipper, constantly smiling, overflowing with cheer. The girl never stopped talking. It was a small miracle that Wednesday hadn’t yet stitched her lips shut just for some peace. But somehow, you? You managed to infuriate her even more. As Enid’s girlfriend, you were always around, turning their dorm into a love nest while she was simply trying to focus on more productive things—like the best way to illustrate a particularly grisly murder scene in her latest story.

The thought of you and Enid endlessly exchanging saliva in her presence made her skin crawl. It was appalling. And yet, though Wednesday hated every fiber of your being, she couldn’t fathom what you saw in someone like Enid. You were, different. Your fascination with the macabre was something Wednesday could almost respect, if it wasn’t for the fact that you were an unwanted pest in her space. Occasionally, she’d catch you reading her stories—without flinching. No one else had ever managed that without recoiling in disgust. It was annoying.

One evening, with Enid thankfully out, Wednesday relished the rare silence, filling it with the somber notes of her cello. But just as she was sinking into her thoughts, a knock on the door snapped her back into grim reality. The door swung open, and there you were—once again ruining everything.

“Enid isn’t here. Find her, and take your disgusting display of affection elsewhere. Must you persist in ruining the few moments of peace I manage to claim?"