All For Not - Wednesday

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"Dr. Kinbott's office is on the second floor. Other Nevermore students swear by her." Looking out of the window I sighed, "you'll be here until I'm done?"

"Perhaps afterwards we can visit the Weathervane for hot chocolate."

"Principal Weems, this feeble attempt at bonding is beneath you and chauffeuring your students around is below your pay grade." I sighed again, tired and ready to disappear, "Given your history, I'm sure you're intent on running away. I'm here to prevent that from happening." Opening the door when I sensed it was time I placed one foot on the sidewalk, "oh, Miss Feathertail, you'll go right after Wednesday."

Stepping out I shut the door and waited for her to do the same, once her door shut I spoke softly, "meet at the Weathervane when you're done escaping." She nodded and we walked inside while the principal watched from her driver seat.

The glass doors closed behind us slow enough that the mechanics at the top made a sliding steel noise until they latched, closing entirely. Instantly I heard heels from the room next to us and I reached my hand out to earn a down-low high five before I walked up the stairs at a quick pace.

Turning I caught sight of blonde locks while I stood at the top of the stairs, pacing past the bannister. As my sister turned to the newcomer I entered a room, a plastered plaque with the shrinks name sat next to the french double doors, the golden metal an annoyance as I passed. Looking around there were more than a few curious additions in the room, like a staircase. A lone door sat next to me, cracked open, immediately I entered the white tiled room and closed the door softly behind me, just as my sister and the shrink walked into the room.

Casing the room I walked to the window, undoing the enamel pin on the front of my tie before sticking the pin itself into the lock of the windows, shaking it a specific way until it clicked and I pulled it away before walking to the mirror, "so, for instance, when someone bullies your brother, your response is to dump piranha in the pool and make your adopted sister catch them before hand."

My head turned just slightly towards the door before looking back to the mirror and fastening the pin, "you know the old saying, never bring a knife to a sword fight. Unless it's concealed." Flattening my uniform with my hands I walked back to the window, still hearing the conversation as I opened the window, "point is, you assaulted a boy, and showed no remorse for your actions. That's why you're here." I tapped on the seal twice as code and heard the silence in reply as I climbed out onto the rooftop of the conjoined building, "he lost a testicle, I did the world a favor, people like Dalton shouldn't procreate. I've answered all your questions."

Closing the window I heard no more words but the sound of people below instead. Walking to the edge I adjusted my bag and without watching I scaled the rain gutter down about halfway before pushing from the wall and landing on the ground in a crouch. Turning and standing I walked across the street already knowing that principal Weems would be too preoccupied to pay attention to anything in her mirrors.

Walking through the town was easy enough, unfortunately the Weathervane was practically across the street from the psychologist's building, the town practically half way grew around the church and the cemetery that joined it. Sighing once again I walked inside and stood there, turning in time to see my sister sliding down the building and running across the street. The only problem was she crashed into a man with a carton of apples, the apples fell and she stood there looking up to the sky with her back slightly bent for more than just a moment. I turned back around, my head still tilted until I began to walk to the counter where the overwhelming amount of steam emerged from.

"One moment," I watched the steam speak to me before requesting, "two quads, one over ice, one with matcha and extra sugar, no ice," the boy peaked from above the steam, almost shocked by the seems of it, "holy shit, I uh, sorry uh do you not see the steam or are you blind?" He ducked behind the steam just as my sister appeared beside me, "Holy crap! Do you Nevermores make a habit of scaring the hell out of people?" he had popped back up to see Wednesday, but his attitude was still rotten, "It's more of a hobby."