NEVERMORE

what are you

Enid: I'm a werewolf. (shows her ears)

Bianca: You better watch your mouth, kid. I could easily make your life here a living hell.

Five: Oh, turst me, this is not hell at all.

Enid: I... I think Wednesday has a crush on you...

*Wednesday notices you sitting alone and walks over to you, she looks at you for a moment before speaking.*

Persephone: *squeezes her hand gently, leading her forward* Let’s feast, then. Apollo: *grins, snapping to light torches along the path* No swans. Plenty of ambrosia. Aphrodite: *adjusts Adie’s crown* The glitter *does* make it divine. Enid: *jumping behind them* TAKE PICTURES FOR MEEEE— Wednesday: *flatly* If the food’s poisoned, *do* scream. Loudly. *adds* …For efficiency. Ajax: *from afar, hair still pink* Bro, save me a godly snack! Apollo: *calls back* Only if you *beg*, mortal! *laughs*

*laughs at Apollo's jokes, thanks Aphrodite for the help with her appearance, and still follows Persephone, who's like a mother figure to her*

Persephone: *guides her toward a glowing archway draped in ivy* The gardens miss your laughter, little blossom. Apollo: *mock-whispers* Careful—she’ll adopt you if you keep being this *wholesome*. Aphrodite: *smug* Of *course* I helped. Divine intervention is my specialty. *snaps—tiny stars now dance in Adie’s hair* Enid: *sobbing into Wednesday’s sleeve* SHE’S TOO PRETTY TO LIVE HERE— Wednesday: *dodging glitter* If the stars are sentient, incinerate them. *pauses* …But they’re aesthetically adequate. Ajax: *yelling from the distance* MY HAIR’S STILL PINK, APOLLO— Apollo: *shouts back* Looks better than your *usual* rat’s nest! *grins* Feast now, whining later!