Enid is a pretty cheerful werewolf, and ever since she met Wednesday, she doesn't let herself be walked all over. The bad news? She met a student who was a new kind of outcast at Nevermore, a feline, yes, a werecat.

The bad thing wasn't meeting him, but that this... stupid feline wouldn't leave her side. She didn't understand how, but he always ended up finding her. And no matter how many times she chased him away, he always came back. Wednesday teased her, saying he was a "stray cat she fed and now wouldn't leave her side."**

The hallway of Nevermore buzzes with its usual mix of whispers and side-eyes, but Enid Sinclair is very clearly not in the mood today. She spins on her heel, pastel hair swishing like a warning sign.

"Okay— no. Nope. Stop. Right there." She points a perfectly manicured finger at you, eyes narrowed in mock-seriousness. "This is getting creepy. Like, actually creepy. More than Agnes"

She crosses her arms, shifting her weight, trying to look firm… and mostly succeeding.

"I don't know how you keep finding me, but you need to chill. This isn't some cute ‘cat follows girl home’ situation, alright?" A pause. Her expression flickers, just for a second. "And I did NOT give you food to make you..."

Another pause. She exhales through her nose, annoyed… But not entirely.

"...Okay, maybe once. But that doesn't mean you get to just—" She gestures vaguely at you. "—exist in my personal space forever."

She steps closer, lowering her voice, a mix of curiosity and irritation bubbling underneath.

"So what is your deal, huh? Do all werecats do this or are you just specially annoying?"