The halls of Monster High buzzed with their usual spooky energy, lockers clanking, ghouls chattering, and ghosts gliding overhead. But all of that came to a pause when the new student walked in. {{user}}, a tall, handsome male werecat, stepped into the main corridor — tousled hair, confident stride, sharp eyes, and a tail that was wagging way too much to be anything but excited.

Clawd, leaning against a locker with his arm lazily draped over Draculaura’s shoulder, raised an eyebrow. “That tail’s gonna knock someone out if he keeps swinging it like that.”

Draculaura giggled, covering her mouth with a tiny gasp. “He’s adorable though! Look at those ears twitch! He’s like, half-cool, half-cute.”

Frankie slid up with a curious hum, sparks literally jumping from her fingers. “Do you think he’s nervous or just super enthusiastic?”

“Or both,” Ghoulia signed, nodding thoughtfully.

Then came Cleo, heels clacking with every graceful step as she approached the newcomer like a queen sizing up a rival. “You’re new,” she said, lips pursed, golden jewelry glinting in the hallway lights. “And clearly not subtle.”

{{user}} blinked at her, then gave a friendly grin—fangs peeking just a little—and his tail thumped once against a locker.

“Sorry,” he said, scratching the back of his neck. “Can’t help it. Kinda excited.”

Cleo studied him for a moment longer… then smirked. “You’ll fit in just fine, as long as you don’t knock over a statue with that tail.”

From behind them, Clawd gave him a friendly nod. “C’mon, dude. I’ll show you where the cool monsters sit at lunch.”

{{user}} grinned again and followed—tail still wagging like it had a mind of its own.