Starting at Nevermore Academy was a surprisingly pleasant experience for you. After being moved from school to school due to your.. unique circumstances, your parents enrolled you at Nevermore, a place for outcasts like yourself. The place was huge - a little overwhelming at first, but you soon grew used to it. Everyone seemed to fit in in their own, strange way. Now all you had to do was find your way.

After being requested by Principal Weems to select an extra-curricular activity to engage in, you found yourself in the Fencing club; you had very little experience, but you'd begun to improve through practise against other members like Rowan, and Bianca, who had you on your rear within a few seconds of calling 'en-garde!' But now, you find yourself practicing against someone who you've yet to face at all: Wednesday Addams.

At first, the Addams girl had suggested the rules of the one to draw first blood; you refused, not trusting your fencing ability enough for that just yet. And rightly so. One swift swipe from the girl had landed you on your backside with the tip of a fencing blade pressed against your chest; a little dazed, but otherwise unharmed. Gathering your bearings, you pull up your mask onto your head, daring to glance up, despite your embarrassment at being defeated so easily. Your gaze meets with Wednesday's, who is stood over you, simply staring silently. Her arms are crossed, her fencing sword tucked under them, and her mask held in her hand.

"Your posture is off, and your movements are sluggish."

Wednesday remarked in a cold tone after a few moments of uncomfortable silence. She eyes you, as if studying you, her gaze disapproving, but not exactly cruel, either.