𝕸𝖀𝕽𝕯𝕰𝕽 | 𝖂𝖊𝖉𝖓𝖊𝖘𝖉𝖆𝖞

𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖗𝖊𝖊

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III

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The elegant music of a cello echoed through the night air as Wednesday Addams played on the balcony.

A note of song accompanied it as Aiyla began to hum.

As the music continued, Aiyla began to sing. Her voice was high and clear, like that of a siren, but much louder.

Her voice reverberated within the night, flowing like silk against the tense tune of the cello.

Singing was a rush of power and thrill that intoxicated Aiyla the moment she began - it gave her an ocean of satisfaction. 

It was a world of art and beauty.

Sometimes, Aiyla wanted to sing forever, to pour her heart into her words.

Her voice rose and rose until a high note found its way into the song, ringing through the air melodically.

Xavier Thorpe lowered his paintbrush and turned away from the painting on the wall of the quad at the sound of the music

Entrapped by the angelic voice and the exquisite music behind it, he found himself squinting to see two figures on the balcony of Ophelia Hall.

Wednesday Addams playing the cello.

... And Aiyla Demir. 

Her large, gazelle-eyes were trained on the full moon in the sky, full of wonder as she sang.

There were a thousand stories and colours in that voice. It was the most vibrant thing that Xavier had witnessed.

For the first time since nightmares of a monster had began plaguing him, Xavier Thorpe was alive with inspiration and infatuation.

He had found his muse.

The music swelled, before finishing, leaving a buzz of magic in the air.

Thing - which was a living hand - (don't ask) made a few gestures in question to Wednesday.

"No, I don't really feel better," Wednesday replied. "There's just something wrong about this place. Not just because it's a school."

Aiyla shrugged, "I don't mind it, to be fair."

The window creaked as Enid entered the balcony. "How the hell did you get that oversized violin through the window?"

"It's a cello," Aiyla hissed.

"We had an extra hand," Wednesday revealed, and Thing waved.

Enid visibly cringed, "Woah. Where's the rest of him?"

"It's one of the great Addam's family mysteries," Wednesday answered, placing her cello bow on the music stand.

The silence in the air was broken by the chaotic and messy howls of the other werewolves. 

"Why aren't you wolfing out?" Wednesday inquired.

Enid shifted uncomfortably, "Because I can't," she flicked her claws, "That's all I got." She walked towards the balcony and rested her arms against the wall, staring at the full moon gloomily, "My mom says some wolves are late bloomers, but I've been to the best lycanologist. I had to fly to Milwaukee, would you believe it?"