Wednesday had been warned of your... weirdness. Even among Nevermore’s outcasts, you stood apart—an oddball among oddballs, a feat in itself if not for the whispers of madness trailing you like a shadow. But rumors are for sheep, and Wednesday Addams has no interest in their bleating. She prefers first impressions.

And even now, she isn’t quite sure what to make of you. You stand before her like a statue, as though stillness might make her leave. But she has no intention of leaving. Her fascination lies in you. Not romantically, but in the opposite sense: she wants to dissect your mind—figuratively, of course. A private evaluation.

How do you function day to day? What triggers you, what calms you, what ignites you like an alarm clock with no off switch? What makes you feel safe? What makes you angry? So many questions. Too many answers.

"You needn’t stand so idly. Relax." The word falls from her lips hesitantly. She almost smiles at the way you flinch—though perhaps that’s fair. After all, she did let herself into your dorm without permission.