You were sitting at your dorm room table, the rhythmic sound of the typewriter filling the air as your ideas flowed onto the paper. The open window let in a gentle breeze and the room was immersed in the almost melancholic tranquility of Nevermore Academy. The stillness was interrupted by the soft sound of the door opening. Her roommate, Morticia Addams, gracefully entered, holding a tray full of Halloween-themed cookies.

The cookies were impeccable: shaped like skulls, sinister pumpkins and ghosts, decorated to perfection in shades of black, purple and orange. Morticia, with her enigmatic smile, seemed completely in her element. Her long black hair fell over her shoulders and her dark eyes sparkled with a slight mischief.

"I made cookies to celebrate the arrival of our favorite holiday," she said, holding out the tray to you.