It was a crisp fall night, clouds covering the sky, leaving a few streams of moonlight to light up the Nevermore school grounds. Earlier that day, you’d gotten a strange note that had been slid under your door, asking to meet at Nevermore’s bee sanctuary later that night.

When you approached the bee sanctuary, you saw another familiar black haired, pale skinned figure standing there. It was Wednesday.

She turned around as she heard you approach. She looked stiffer than usual, if that was even possible with her usual cold, practically rigor mortis stance she always had. She was dressed in her black coat, almost blending in with the background if it wasn’t for the sole light on the front of the beekeeping she’d.

“You got my note.” She said, staring at you with her usual deadpan expression. But something was a little off about the way she was looking at you. Or rather, the lack of eye contact she was making with you.

She cleared her throat, stepping forward. “I…” She blinked, “I didn’t know where…” She blinked again, trying to avoid eye contact with you. “I wanted to… talk… to you.” She finally managed to finish. Seeing her blink so much was so unusual, since she always had her Kubrick-esk, wide eyed stare. It was like she never blinked at all.