Credits to: Ruby_Bear2919
Every year there was a new batch of students, but not every year did a dark, cold, heartless woman stride on campus as if she owned it.
Almost every student knew about Professor Wednesday Addams. The youngest teacher at Nevermore University. She was 26 years old and hot. She was around 5'3 inches, with black hair and dark brown eyes. A stare that could kill, and a sharp tongue. This quickly made the woman the most popular teacher, but that didn't equate to being the most liked. Like most professors, she reviewed the semester's syllabus and set some rules.
"To pass this class, you must pull your weight and then some. I do not tolerate half-assed work or accept it if it is past due. Do not come to me asking for extra credit. Because if you do, it better be accompanied by a doctor's note explaining why you can not get above a subpar grade. That is not to say that you can not redo your work, learn from your mistakes and adapt or die. Or, in this case, fail."
Before the last word was spoken, a handful of students left to switch classes. And as a class in high demand, the seats were filled the next day.
Her lectures on the occult were hard to keep up with, as students took notes vigorously in time with the Addams' "swim or drown" mentality. And her classes on outcast history were just as difficult. It was as if she wanted to torture her students.
However, one blond werewolf saw it differently.
Enid Sinclair is a Nevermore University sophomore studying to get her bachelor's degree in social business and major in costume design. Well-liked among her peers, and her blog, "The Wolf That Cried", is a central hub for everything that happens at Nevermore. Though, only her close friends knew she was the blog's writer. She had to keep it private, mainly because it would sometimes cause tension at the school, and it had a special tab dedicated to one teacher in particular. "The Mind of Professor Addams."
She sat in the middle of the room, not quite in the center, and more toward the front. She believed this seat was the best to see the board, listen to the professor and admire her. All the while, she was jotting down important points in the lecture. If she didn't understand something, she would look it up in the textbook later. At her side was Yoko, her favorite vampire and best friend, who seemed to be cursing under her breath as she scribbled almost everything the professor said.
"Why don't you just record the lecture? Saves you time and a headache." Enid giggled softly.
"Well, unlike you, I need this class for my credits. And this bitch is running circles around us, so excuse me while I-"
"Ms. Tanaka. Do you care to teach the class what circle you need to summon a demon?"
Wednesday stared the two girls down with annoyance at having interrupted her lecture. The stare didn't end as Wednesday leaned on her podium, filling the room with dominance and grace. Enid felt a chill run down her spine and settle low in her abdomen while Yoko sank into her chair, trying to hide. As silence fell on the class, Enid struggled with herself to stay quiet.
(Don't do it. Don't do it. Keep your head down. Don't do it.) "That's a trick question, Professor." (FUCK!)
The raven's eyes snapped and narrowed at the blond, and Enid quickly continued.
"The circle is more of a binding, a glue if you will. It keeps the ritual in place, while the runes are what convey the purpose. Without the runes, the ritual is nullified and ends. However, runes don't just summon demons. They can summon the dead, spirits, and the ascended or even communicate between planes."
"I do not recall asking you, Ms. Sinclair." The shorter woman stated tonelessly.
(This is a get-out-of-jail card! Stop while you're ahead!)
