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Larissa stares at the soulmark on her wrist. She doesn’t know the exact moment it appeared because after years of waiting she lost hope, and yet, fate deemed her worthy of being marked. It would have been a joyous occasion if the word was more positive, but the word ‘murder’ is anything but. It doesn’t take a genius to guess that her soulmate is a platonic one and Weems doesn’t want it any other way. She got used to the idea that no one wants her, that no one wishes to know her for long enough to catch feelings. Gomez Addams was a prime example of it, followed by numerous others that didn’t develop into something more profound.
She isn’t upset with her predicament. All her work paid off and she is Nevermore’s principal. And yet, her heart begs for her to try to find happiness, but the poor thing barely hangs on after so many breakups and harsh insults hurled her way.
A deep sigh escapes her as she eyes the folders in front of her. She can’t believe that Morticia is bringing her twins to Nevermore. She does wonder if she wants to rub it in her face that she has a family while Weems doesn’t.
She opens Wednesday Addams’s file, and her aristocratic eyebrows go up when she reads that the 18-year-old changed 8 schools in 5 years. She opens the other file and yes, the same is written in the sibling’s folder. She rubs the space between her eyes. She just knows that the twins will be a handful. Her blue gaze scans the pages and there’s a silver lining, both have good grades.
There’s a knock on the door and she plasters her award-winning smile just as her former roommate waltzes inside followed by Gomez and the twins. The siblings are nothing like the photos in their files, well, at least one of them. While Wednesday’s face is a perfect poker mask the twin looks around curiously and seems a little more upbeat. It’s clear to Weems which is the evil twin, and which is the good one.
She gets up “Welcome to Nevermore! Please have a seat.” She waves to the chairs and after the Addams family sits, she does as well.
“I was most surprised when I saw your twins' folders on my desk, Morticia.”
“Desperate times call for desperate measures.”
Weems grinds her teeth but refrains from giving a biting remark, it’s not the young women’s fault that their mother is an awful human being. She turns to look at the youngest.
“Wednesday is certainly a unique name. I'm guessing it was the day you were born?”
“We were born on Friday the 13th” both answer automatically.
“Her name comes from a line from my favorite nursery rhyme, Wednesday's child is full of woe."
“You always had a unique perspective on the world, Morticia,” Weems says without missing a beat.
Gomez smiles brightly “I named Y/n.”
Larissa’s gaze focuses on the twin who smiles almost bashfully at her “A fitting choice. Did your mother tell you we were roommates back in the day?”
“And you graduated with your sanity intact?” Wednesday swiftly asks.
“Impressive.” You continue and now Weems is certain that the bad influence is the younger sibling.
The tall woman looks at the files “You've certainly had a very interesting educational journey. Eight schools in five years.”
“They haven't built one strong enough to hold us.” The unblinking gaze of the twin is on Weems and to the girl’s utter surprise the principal doesn’t react.
You cross your arms “I bet this place won't be any different.”
Gomez looks panicked at his children’s words “What our daughters are trying to say is that they greatly appreciate the opportunity.”
She smiles, it feels so good to have power over the parents. The future of their twins is in the palm of her hand.
“Nevermore doesn't usually accept students mid-term, but given their perfect grades and the family's long history with the school, I've spoken with the board and we've made an exception.”
“Larissa, what about their, um...” to the blond’s astonishment Morticia looks fearful “… therapy sessions? The court ordered them.”
She grins “Hmm. The school has a relationship with a therapist in Jericho. She can meet twice a week.”
“Did you hear that, my little storm clouds?”
“You're in excellent hands.” She says with a smile, focusing on the good twin.
“We'll see if she survives the first session.” Wednesday, as expected, replies.
Weems decides to change the housing plan because there’s no way in Hell, she will allow one twin to be poisoned by the other.
“Wednesday, I've assigned you to your mother's old dorm. Ophelia Hall. Y/n, you are in Macbeth Hall. Shall we go?”
The tall woman gets up and walks out the door followed by the Addams family. Her first stop is Ophelia Hall. She opens the door and refrains from flinching at how much color is in the room. She never liked things to be so colorful.
“Wednesday, this is your roommate. Enid Sinclair.” She quickly goes out the door and walks back down the corridor followed by the small party “And this is your room, Y/n. I’m afraid you don’t have a roommate.” She informs you as she opens the door.
The principal reciprocates the smile you give her and decides to take steps to save you from your twin’s influence.
The next day finds Weems in the fencing hall discussing with Coach Fang about the earlier incident between Wednesday and Bianca when the door bangs open and in enters the older sibling.
“Bianca Barclay!” you shout, and the siren turns to you.
“Yes?”
“You and me. No masks, no tips. Winner draws first blood.” You nearly growl.
The other student smirks “Sure. You are a package deal, aren’t you?”
“Miss Barclay…” Larissa says in warning, but it falls on deaf ears.
You attack and Bianca’s eyes widen because you are vicious. Striking again and again, fending off her feeble attempts until you strike her cheek and blood splatters her jacket, but you don’t stop trying to hit her again.
“Miss Addams!”
The principal’s voice rings in the Hall, and you stop when she puts herself between you and Barclay. Larissa’s blue eyes widen when she sees the furious look in your eyes.
“You won. You drew blood.”
Weems’s blood turns cold and shivers of fear travel down her back when your face twists in a mad grin.
You huff “I was aiming for her neck.”
Larissa swallows hard when she realizes that she was wrong. You are the evil twin, not Wednesday.
“That’s enough!” she hisses “Go back to your room.” She says authoritatively.
You raise an eyebrow and your gaze travels up and down the principal. No one dared go against you when you were in this state and yet here, she is. She is either foolish or extremely brave.
“Very well.” You turn and take a few steps before turning and eyeing Bianca “Dare lay a hand on my twin again and I swear you will find yourself in a coffin.” Your eyes drift to the principal and the blond is shocked when you smile calmly as if you weren’t a second away from murdering another student on your first week “Have a lovely day, Principal Weems.” And with that, you leave with a spring in your step.
Larissa wonders if it’s too early to retire because, in less than a week, you showed your true face, and Wednesday was nearly killed. She drives the car with you two into Jericho and she feels your smoldering eyes on her.
“Dr. Kinbott's office is on the second floor. Other Nevermore students swear by her.”
She turns and your eyes are on her. You don’t avert your gaze and study her face like she is a new poisonous plant species.
“You'll be here until we are done?” your twin’s voice chimes from the backseat.
She breaks the eye contact to look briefly into Wednesday’s unblinking face “Yes.” She looks back at you “Perhaps afterward we can visit the Weathervane for hot chocolate.” She says with a smile, hoping that she can tame you with kindness.
“Principal Weems, this feeble attempt at bonding is beneath you. And chauffeuring your students around is below your pay grade.” Your sibling says, exiting the car.
You open the door, and a smirk comes over your face “I hope the hot chocolate is good in this dreary place.”
You go inside the building and let your sister escape first while you go to the therapy session to tell Dr. Kinbott that Wednesday will come when you finish. The woman believes you and wastes her breath on you because you know how to play psychiatrists like your violin. Your thoughts drift to the principal and you can’t wait to see how long she will play the nice card with you.
The session ends and you go back to the car where the blond waits.
“Where’s Wednesday?” she asks with a frown.
“The doctor decided to talk to us separately. I went first. The doctor said it will be at least another 30 minutes.”
The blue-eyed woman nods “Well, we can get the hot chocolate then.” She gets out of the car and leads you toward the café.
“You mentioned that you were my mother’s roommate. How was it?”
The blond stops and her gaze focuses on you. You see the battle in her spellbinding eyes until her eyelids close and she inhales deeply.
“Horrible. She was so full of herself and so eccentric.” She confesses and she is surprised when you look at her like she just strung up the stars.
“You didn’t get along?”
“We tolerated each other,” Weems admits and the smile you give her makes her heart skip a beat because it’s completely genuine.
She opens the door to Weathervane and when you enter you see your twin surrounded by beaten-up pilgrims. The tall woman gives you a reproachful look before giving a sickly-sweet smile to the sheriff.
“Apologies, Sheriff. This one slipped away from me. Come on, Miss Addams, time to go.”
“Wait a minute, hang on. You're an Addams?” the man inquires.
Wednesday nods “We both are.”
His beady eyes jump from her to you “Don't tell me Gomez Addams is your father?” you nod “That man belongs behind bars for murder. Guessin' the apple doesn't fall far from the tree. I'm gonna keep my eye on you.”
You grin wildly and he takes a step back “Good luck.” With that you let the principal pull you away.
You are speedily taken back to the car and Weems starts driving back to school “Your first week and you're already on Sheriff Galpin's radar.”
“Wish I could say I was surprised.” You say nonchalantly.
“What did he mean about our father?” Wednesday inquires, leaning between the two front seats to eye the principal.
“I have no idea, but a word of advice. Stop making enemies and start making a few friends. You're going to need them.”
She says that by looking straight at you and the meaning is clear. You need to choose what you want her to be to you, friend or foe. You feel giddy all of a sudden when you realize that the blond is quite interesting.
“Looks like an accident. I hope the driver's okay.” Her melodic voice pierces your thoughts.
You turn and see a red truck with smoke surrounding it.
“He's dead. Broke his neck.” Your sibling supplies.
Weems looks at her through the rearview mirror “How can you tell from this angle?”
Your twin doesn’t answer but you know she must have seen it in a vision.
Larissa stops typing on her laptop and tilts her head. She heard Wednesday play her cello the night before, but this is not the same instrument. She gets up and walks to the tall windows and sees you on the balcony of your room, playing the violin. She simply stares at you because you look almost angelic with your eyes closed and pouring through the chords feelings that you don’t show.
She leans her head against the glass and listens to the enthralling melody that makes her heartstrings sing. It almost seems like you are performing just for her. The last note is played, and Weems feels eyes on her. She looks and you are gazing directly at her.
You nod your head in greeting before placing your violin in its case and going inside your room. You gaze at your wrist where ‘Nevermore’ is written and you acknowledge that the mark led you to an intriguing place.
The tall woman goes to her desk and closes the laptop before going to her adjacent bedroom. She prepares for sleep and lays down. Her eyelids slowly fall over her eyes but quickly open when the oddity is remarked. She bolts up in bed and stares at her mark. It changed to ‘Nevermore’.