Third Person's POV:
"Edward. Oh, let me look at you." A short woman with gray hair, dressed in a ratty-sewn together skirt and too, with long mismatched colored fingerless gloves goes up to the ice-hairs boy.
"One-one-thousand, two-one-thousand..." Edward counts to himself quietly.
"Have you not been waxing?" She ask is a rude tone.
"Three seconds. That's a personal best." He says looking to his father, who has the same gray eyes as himself and snowy locks.
"Are you feeling well? You're looking a touch anemic." The woman continues to hassle him.
"Have you been eating enough red meat?" She says going to grab his face, he grabs her hands and gently shoved them away.
"It's good to see you too, Mom. And you, Dad." He says looking to his father with a smile.
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Another POV:
"Not sure how much more of this family togetherness I can take." Xaviera says coming up behind Bianco.
"Darling, I think you skipped where you apologize for acting like a jerk last weekend." He tunes to her crossing his arms leaning against the railing that is attached to the upper floor of the school, looking over the Quad.
"I'm sorry for what happened at the dance." She says coming up to stand beside him. "I shouldn't have asked you to siren-song me like that." She says looking into his sky-blue eyes.
"Guessing your dad's a no-show again this year?" He asks, looking down to her.
"Yeah. I got a text this morning. You?"
"Gabrielle hasn't shown her face since I started here." He says smiling in relief to himself.
"Probably sunning herself somewhere in the Seychelles."
A voice cuts into their conversation.
"My dear son. I made it. Wouldn't miss this for the world."
"I guess you misjudged her." Xaviera says looking between the two.
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(Y/n)'s POV:
"Our old yearbook. I haven't laid eyes on this in over 20 years." Wednesday's father exclaims while sitting on Principle Weems desk.
His mother is sitting beside me, with Wednesday on the other side of me.
His younger brother, Pugsley, is wandering around the office looking at different decorations and artifacts.
"Such good times we had, didn't we, Laurence?"
"Some of us better than others." He says gazing towards Wednesday's mom, Genevieve.
"Oh, don't be so modest. You always filled a room with your presence." Mortician continues. "Like a stately sequoia tree."
"And I guess that would make you the lumberjack." Principle Weems says in a spiteful tone.
Mortician laughs and says "There's that biting sense of humor that I always adored. Do you remember when we did that duet for the Solstice Talent Show? Your Elvis Presley impression was a dead ringer." He says with a smile.
"Sounds positively suicidal."Wednesday mummery beside me.
"Oh. My picture's gone." Mortician says.
"Really? Well, that is odd." Principle Weems says is a tone that sounds unsurprised at the news.
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Wednesday (Male Wednesday x female reader)
FanfictionWhen a deliciously wicked prank gets Wednesday expelled, his parents ship him off to Nevermore Academy, the boarding school where they fell in love... will he follow in their footsteps or will he make his own path? As the title says it is a Male Wed...
