𝖒𝖎𝖉𝖓𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 // 𝐱𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐩𝐞

𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞 // 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭

still feeling shocked about her discovery, midnight considers whether or not to tell her sister. although she was sure wednesday had to have figured it out, midnight was nervous to tell her sister about her possible abilities. rather than chat with the girl, midnight sits in the quad, sketching in her notebook as she waits for her class about carnivorous plants to commence.

while rowan, and now weems, had been taking up a mass of her mental capacity, the girl still couldn't help thinking about xavier. although she found her behavior absolutely humiliating, the girl wasn't able to push down her feelings regardless of her efforts.

after about an hour it was time for class, the girl packing up her sketchbook before heading to class. "any intel?" wednesday questions, seemingly appearing from thin air. "not really. xavier said rowan had been a little erratic and that he hasn't personally seen him since the festival, but nothing else" midnight states, purposefully excluding certain topics.

"you're basically good for nothing, sister. if there wasn't a blood relation, i don't know if i could stand being around you so often" wednesday admits. "same goes to you, wednesday" midnight glares, crossing her arms before walking ahead of her sister.

the blue-haired girl dips into the conservatory, looking around at all of the students. many kids were already seated, midnight examining where she could possibly go. she looks down at xavier for a moment, admiring his drawing before swiftly turning away.

"there's an open spot next to me. if you can stand sitting that close to an elitist-snob" xavier blurts as he looks up from his drawing for a moment, the girl sighing as she goes to sit down. "i was joking, thorpe. no need to get offended" midnight states, bumping his arm softly with her elbow.

he stays silent for a moment, putting his hand above the image he'd been drawing. a spider suddenly starts to break up out of the graphite, beginning to crawl around the desk. midnight softly tilts her head, looking at the tiny creature.

"i doubt midnight is impressed by your tricks, mr. thorpe" ms. thornhill declares. "admit it, you're a little impressed" xavier smirks, looking over to the girl. her face remains somewhat cold, midnight once more looking down at the spider. "just barely" she mumbles, the boy closing his sketchbook with a faintly satisfied grin as the spider crawls up to the addams girl.

"now midnight, wednesday, we're thrilled to have you join us on our journey into the world of carnivorous plants. now... who can tell us the name of this beauty?" ms. thornhill questions, bianca quickly raising her hand. "dendrophylac lindenii" midnight blurts, her gaze focused on the captivating flower.

"otherwise known as the ghost orchid" bianca says matter of factly, looking at midnight with a glare. "first discovered in the isle of wight in 1854" midnight adds. "very good, midnight! looks like you may have competition for first chair bianca" thornhill states, the class snickering as midnight sits with an unphased expression.

"midnight, perhaps you can identify the ghost orchid's greatest qualities?" the teacher questions. "resilience and adaptability. it's able to thrive in even the most hostile environments" midnight swiftly blurts, bianca watching her with a glare.

"but, it's mere presence can change the ecosystem, causing the established plants to reject it" bianca challenges, her blue eyes boring into midnights gaze. "usually because the native species is allowed to thrive unchecked. nothing a weedwacker couldn't fix" midnight assures. "you can most certainly try" bianca smirks.

"are we still talking about flowers?" xavier blurts, the class chuckling. midnight softly elbows him, rolling her eyes as she sees bianca glaring at her. "thank you, ladies, for those illuminating insights. clearly the plants aren't the only carnivores in class today" ms. thornhill jokes.