Beautiful black and vintage Rolls Royce rolled up the winding driveway, its tires crunching softly against the gravel. Mist clung to the tall spires of Nevermore Academy, curling around the stone gargoyles like silent sentinels. He stepped out, shoulders straight, posture perfect. Nothing about him suggested nervousness or excitement. His hands rested lightly at his sides, Bag in one, and every movement was deliberate.
At the gate, a figure waited. Hester Frump, tall and commanding, her presence sharp without a trace of unnecessary coldness. Her dark robes brushed the ground, her expression a mix of pride and calculation.
"You've arrived," she said, her tone calm, precise. "I expected you would. Nevermore… is not a place for the unprepared. You understand why you are here, don't you?"
"I do," he said evenly, voice natural, not flat or robotic. Polite. Controlled. Observant. Internally, he noted the slight tension in her shoulders, the faint curl of a shadowed thought behind her eyes. A flicker of curiosity, perhaps. He did not comment.
She studied him for a moment longer, then inclined her head once. "Remember your duties, and remember to take care of my granddaughter.Even though she won't need it .Regardless,This is important."
He nodded slightly, acknowledging her words. Nothing more. Nothing less.
With that, Hester turned and walked away, her footsteps echoing softly on the stone path. The air seemed to exhale with her departure. He watched her get into her own car.
Emotionless to any observer, but internally cataloging the brief conversation: expectations, warnings, family duty. Subtle, layered.
A few steps later, he was met by Principal Weems, standing at the entrance to the academy proper. Her bright, curious eyes contrasted with the gloom of the misty grounds.
"Welcome to Nevermore," she said, hands clasped loosely. "I've heard a bit about you already. I'm eager to see how you… fit in." Her tone was polite but tinged with a warmth that could unsettle someone unprepared.
"I appreciate it," he replied simply. Again, calm, composed,Internally, he noted her posture, her emphasis on words, and the subtle undercurrent of curiosity. Externally, he was perfect.
Weems gestured toward the academy halls. "I'll give you a brief tour. Don't worry, you'll find your bearings quickly enough. This place… has a rhythm. You'll feel it soon enough."
As they walked, students paused to glance at him. Some whispered, some stared openly. None approached. His presence was unassuming yet magnetic — something about the way he moved drew attention without effort. He noticed them all, storing details quietly. He did not react.
It was during this walk that he first noticed Wednesday. She was perched on a bench near a fountain in the courtyard, legs crossed, hands folded, hair falling over her pale face like a dark curtain. Her eyes followed him immediately. Sharp. Analytical. Curious. There was no warmth, no surprise — just a quiet, piercing observation.
He caught her gaze briefly and inclined his head, minimal but deliberate. She tilted her head in return, expression unreadable, a small smirk forming at the corner of her lips. She was studying him already, even before a word was exchanged.
Enid appeared shortly after, bouncing forward with her usual bright energy. "Hi! You must be the new student everyone's been buzzing about! I'm Enid."
He turned slightly, acknowledging her with a nod. "Greetings" His tone was calm, normal, polite — nothing to suggest his inner awareness of her energy, her brightness, the way it contrasted sharply with the gloom around them. Enid blinked, surprised at his measured composure, a flicker of unease crossing her face before she laughed nervously.
Wednesday's gaze never left him. She did not speak yet, but in the silent exchange, a thread of fascination began to form. He was… unreadable. Not cold, not harsh, not indifferent in an obvious way. But something was off. He did not react as others did. He moved with precision. He noticed details others overlooked. He existed quietly, perfectly, in a way that demanded study.
Principal Weems guided him into the main hall, pointing out key areas with her usual subtle eccentricity. "Library over there, dormitories up those stairs. You'll find your teachers and schedules in the office." Her voice carried no pressure, only gentle curiosity.
He followed attentively, taking in each detail, storing the information, and moving with perfect calm. Internally, he noted how the light fell through the stained glass windows, how shadows stretched across the floor, and how small movements of the students revealed their personalities. To anyone watching, he was calm, polite, and composed. To himself, every detail mattered.
By the time he has set up the room with his little belongings, evening had fallen. Moonlight poured through the tall windows, casting long shadows across the stone floors. He set down his bag and looked out across the mist-shrouded grounds. The spires loomed, the gargoyles glared silently, and the academy seemed alive in a way that most people wouldn't notice.
He stood there, perfectly still, observing everything, noting it all. His emotions were present but faint, below average, almost imperceptible. No one could tell — not Wednesday, not Enid, not Principal Weems, certainly not Hester. Only he knew how little he truly felt.
And somewhere in the distant courtyard, Wednesday remained, watching. She didn't yet understand why she was so drawn to him. That fascination, quiet and persistent, was already taking hold.
The night deepened. Mist curled thicker around the towers. And in the cold, quiet stone of Nevermore Academy, the boy who seemed incapable of emotion prepared himself to step fully into a world that had expectations he had yet to question.
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