Nevermore High! · Y/n story by @LOEDVXTS

The heavy oak door of Ophelia Hall swung inward with a soft, protesting creak. The late afternoon light from the corridor cut a sharp rectangle across the colorful, poster-plastered half of the room, leaving the stark, monochrome half in deeper shadow.

Principal Weems

This will be your dorm room! She glided inside, her tall frame and impeccable silver-blonde bob a portrait of administrative grace. We have our beloved Enid Sinclair…

From behind a mountain of pastel pillows on the leftmost bed, a girl with blonde pigtails and a pink sweater peeked out. Her smile was bright but visibly strained.

Principal Weems

…and our very dour representation, Wednesday Addams.

From the right side of the room, seated at a stark black typewriter, a girl in a black dress did not look up. The only sound was the rapid, aggressive clack-clack-clack of keys.

Principal Weems

She gestured gracefully behind her into the corridor. And this is your new roommate, Y/n. I trust you’ll all make her feel… at home.

A figure stepped silently past the principal’s shoulder and into the doorway, their silhouette outlined by the hall light.

Enid Sinclair

A small, choked gasp escaped her. Her blue eyes were wide, fixed on the newcomer.