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Season One, Episode One

"wednesday's child is full of woe"

"wednesday's child is full of woe"

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"WHERE YOU HEADED?" Xavier's voice cut through the silence as I stood, stretching after a long half-hour of idling in my dorm. I hadn't done much since sparring with Enid, and the boredom was starting to gnaw at me.

"Out. I'm bored. And turn off the lights before you leave" I replied, not bothering to elaborate as I grabbed my jacket and headed for the door.

"Not like I was planning to stick around" Xavier muttered under his breath, but I ignored him. Truthfully, he wasn't even supposed to be in my dorm. I figured he just wanted to escape Rowan's incessant whining for a bit. Typical Xavier.

As I stepped outside, a cool breeze hit me, carrying the unmistakable scent of rain. A glance at the sky confirmed my suspicion. Dark clouds swirled overhead, and a steady drizzle was already soaking the grounds.

"Shit," I muttered, realizing I hadn't brought an umbrella. I hesitated, debating whether to head back to my dorm to grab one or brave the rain. After a moment's thought, I chose the latter. It wasn't like a little water was going to kill me.

The rain began to pick up as I made my way across campus, droplets pelting my skin and matting my hair. I tugged my hood up, stuffing my hands into my pockets to shield them from the cold. That's when I spotted her—a familiar raven-haired girl walking alone, her black attire blending into the stormy backdrop.

Wednesday Addams.

Before I could call out or even decide whether I wanted to, a strange noise reached my ears—a sharp scraping sound, like stone grinding against stone. My head snapped upward just as hers did, our gazes drawn to the towering statue above the courtyard. It wobbled unnaturally, teetering on its base.

Time seemed to slow as the massive figure began to fall, its shadow stretching toward her.

"Watch out!" I shouted, my voice drowned out by the storm and the thunderous crack of the statue breaking free. Without thinking, I bolted forward, my feet splashing through puddles as adrenaline surged through me.

In a split second, I tackled Wednesday out of harm's way, the weight of the stone crashing down where she'd stood. The impact reverberated through the ground, sending shards of debris flying in all directions. My body shielded hers as we tumbled to the wet grass, the breath knocked from my lungs.

"Wednesday, are you okay?" i asked as i looked at her shut eyelids. When she didn't reply i reached down and pinched her cheek for a reaction and there was still none. "Great..what did i do now."

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The soft rustle of movement caught my attention as I sipped from the cup of water I'd grabbed moments ago. I turned, nearly jumping out of my skin when I saw Wednesday suddenly sit up on the nurse's cot.

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