A Journey Of Hearts {WenClair}

Chapter 3.

The Encounter With The Headmistress

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Once they got inside, navigating the winding corridors of Nevermore Academy was not hard at all. Both Gomez and Morticia had attended the school in their youth, and their familiarity with its labyrinthine layout allowed them to breeze through the hallways with confidence. The portraits of former students loomed over them, their eyes seemingly following the Addams family as they walked, whispering secrets of the past.

They knocked on the principal's office door, and after a moment's pause, it swung open to reveal Principal Weems, who gestured for them to enter. Once they got settled into their seats, the atmosphere thick with anticipation, Principal Weems spoke up.

"Wednesday is certainly a unique name," she remarked, a hint of a smile playing on her lips. "I'm guessing it was the day of the week you were born?"

"I was born on Friday the 13th," Wednesday responded, her tone as deadpan as ever.

"Her name comes from a line from my favorite nursery rhyme," Morticia chimed in, her voice melodic and proud. "'Wednesday's child is full of woe," she added, her dark eyes sparkling with affection.

"You always had a unique perspective on the world, Morticia," Principal Weems said, her tone appreciative as she looked at Morticia with genuine warmth.

"Hmm," Morticia smiled, a hint of pride in her expression.

"Did your mother tell you we were roommates back in the day?" Principal Weems asked, a playful glint in her eye as she leaned back in her chair.

"Hmm," Morticia replied, a hint of nostalgia creeping into her voice. "Those were some unforgettable years."

"And you graduated with your sanity intact?" Wednesday interjected, arching an eyebrow. "Impressive."

"You've certainly had a very interesting educational journey. Eight schools in five years," Principal Weems remarked, her tone a mix of curiosity and concern.

"They haven't built one strong enough to hold me. I bet this place won't be any different," Wednesday spoke, her voice steady and unyielding.

"I believe what our daughter is trying to say is that she greatly appreciates the opportunity," Gomez said, his tone light but with an undercurrent of sincerity. He glanced at Wednesday, a proud smile gracing his features, as if he were eager to hear her articulate her feelings in her own, uniquely dark manner.

"Indeed," Morticia added, her voice smooth as silk. "We are thankful for the chance to enroll her in such a distinguished institution."

Wednesday shot them both a sidelong glance. "I didn't say that," she remarked, her deadpan expression unyielding. "I simply acknowledged the existence of this place."

"Nevermore doesn't usually accept students mid-term," Principal Weems continued, her tone shifting to one of formality. "But given Wednesday's perfect grades and your family's long history with the school, I've spoken with the board and we've made an exception."

Gomez and Morticia exchanged pleased glances, their hands instinctively finding each other. Gomez's smile was wide and filled with pride, while Morticia's eyes sparkled with warmth.

"Larissa, what about Wednesday's, um..." Morticia hesitated, glancing at her daughter before continuing, "therapy sessions? The court ordered them."

Principal Weems's expression shifted slightly, her professional demeanor intact. "Hmm. The school has a relationship with a therapist in Jericho," she replied thoughtfully. "She can meet with Wednesday twice a week."

"Did you hear that, my little storm cloud?" Gomez said, his voice filled with amusement and warmth. "You're in excellent hands."

"We'll see if she survives the first session," Wednesday responded dryly, her expression unchanging. A small, dark thrill flickered within her at the thought of testing the therapist's limits.

"I've assigned you to your mother's old dorm," Principal Weems announced, her voice taking on a note of nostalgia. "Ophelia Hall."

Morticia gasped, her eyes lighting up with excitement as she turned to Wednesday, a wide smile spreading across her face.

"Refresh my memory," Wednesday said, her voice dripping with irony. "Ophelia's the one who kills herself after being driven mad by her family, correct?"

Morticia nodded silently, still smiling, her eyes filled with a mixture of nostalgia and pride.

"Should we go meet your new roommate?" Principal Weems smiled, her tone warm and inviting.