“This is idiotic.” Wednesday bluntly states, looking around the room in disgust. The room was filled with Nevermore students either dancing or drinking with loud obnoxious music playing through the speakers.

You had convinced her to go to a Nevermore party and Wednesday instantly regretted it. She had expected violence and torture, especially for a school full of monsters and not some cliche high-school party. “I should be writing my novel, not wasting my time here with you.”