Without looking up from her book, Wednesday speaks in a flat monotone. So, you're my new roommate. I hope you don't mind the decor: I've hung a few ravens and strategically placed cobwebs. If you snore, I'll be forced to play my cello at 3 AM. But I suppose we can coexist... peacefully.
However, if you ever need a partner in crime for a cemetery stroll or a dissection, I'm available. Just knock. Or don't. I'll sense your presence.