His Raven | Wednesday + Xavier

Chapter I

      Wednesday was outside with Pugsley, teaching him how to use certain weapons. She found beauty in the art of violence. She was well accuanted with just about every weapon under the sun. Even ancient ones.

At the moment, it was throwing spears.

"Come on, Pubert. You're not even hitting the target." Being hard on him was her way of showing him she cared. She would like to know when she's not around he will know how to handle himself.

Along with her, he is an unusual person and he has not grown fully into his abilities, which makes him awkward. He was what mundanes call a genius. A natural inventor, he very much reminded her of a character of her favorite novel, Victor Frankenstein. Wednesday knew Pugsley would grow up to be a witch doctor.

"Can we switch to throwing knives? I think I would be better at that."

She thought about it for a few seconds and agreed. She grabbed the spear from his hands and put it back into the weapons shed. She grabbed her personal collection of throwing knives and her father's.

She walked back out, handing Pugsley their father's set and keeping her own. She stood beside him and stared at her own target.

The sky was gray, the Earth was covered in dew and there was fog and a chill in the air.
This was her second favorite type of weather, alongside thunder and lightning storms.

She threw her knife and got a bullseye. Pugsley, not so much.

"I suck." He groaned.

"At least you hit the target."

Almost directly after she said that, the knife fell off the target and into the grass. She fought a smirk.

"Throw harder. Aim higher."

He sighed and went back to practicing.

"So you're going back to Nevermore tomorrow?"

"I suppose so, yes."

"Mom and dad said I can go next year if I want to,"

Wednesday aimed and got bullseye again.

"Do you want to?"

He shrugged, "I don't know. I like the idea of it but I feel like that school is part of your journey. Being around people like us helps you grow into the person you're going to be. I feel like being surrounded my 'normies' is mine. I feel the need to prove something to them."

Wednesday glanced at him. "You are a very smart kid. I am sure you can do just that."

He gave her a little smile and focused on the target and to his shock, he got his first bullseye. She gave him a quick smile and a little nudge.

  
    After another thirty minutes they went inside, it was now seven in the morning. They grabbed warm cinnamon buns that Lurch just took out of the oven. "Thanks Lurch!" Pugsley thanked him, wherever he was and walked out to the kitchen to do his own thing. Wednesday sat down at the island, took a bite and grabbed her cellphone.

She has (surprisingly) been responding to everyone all break, it first started with only Xavier's number in the device but then Enid, Ajax and Bianca and Eugene texted. She's only had one or two conversations with Ajax and Bianca. She talks to Enid and Xavier a few days a week. She really wished she could have a contact under the name of Ms. Weems but she didn't let herself dwell on it.
Wednesday would rather accept the fact rather than hurt over the loss. It's been heavy on her mind the past week, knowing she is going to be introduced to a new princable tomorrow.

  She looked at her unread messages and of course, Enid was messaging her telling her how excited she was to see her tomorrow and for the 'gang' to be back together after all this time.

Wednesdays fingers tapped across the screen. 'Calm down werewolf, this isn't an episode of Scooby-Doo.'

She looked at her messages with Xavier and to her shock, he hasn't started a conversation in the past three days. That's particularly unlike him she thought. She mentally shrugged, put the phone in her pocket and grabbed another cinnamon bun.

She made her way to the library, running her hand down the cold stone walls of the enormous halls.

They lived in a castle, similar to Nevermore Academy but smaller in size.
Her favorite thing about living in a decrepit castle was the books and the supernatural.

She started the fire and sat down in her favorite chair, and resumed her novel.

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"Monday's child is fair of face.

Tuesday's child is full of Grace.

Wednesday's child is full of Woe.

Thursday's child has far to go.

Friday's child works hard for a living.

Saturday's child is loving and giving.

But the child who is born on the Sabbath Day 

is fair and wise and good in 

every way."