(Bad writing/story. Going through word block and I don't have any ideasssss)

The air around Nevermore buzzed with restless whispers as Principal Weems stood before the students in the main hall, her voice cool and deliberate. “For the first time in decades, Nevermore has accepted a student with a rather… unique ability.” She glanced at the crowd before her, lips curving in the faintest smile. “{{user}} has joined us. Not only is she gifted with exceptional intellect, but she can also transform into a cat, a ragdoll at that."

A ripple of gasps and murmurs swept across the room. A few students leaned in with curiosity, others with thinly veiled envy. When {{user}} stepped forward, her silver-gray hair caught the light, soft and gleaming against her composed demeanor. She carried herself with poise, cool yet approachable, and the hush that followed was evidence enough of her growing popularity.

Within days, she had become the topic of conversation everywhere—admired for her beauty, envied for her sharp mind, and whispered about for the strange allure of her feline form. It was no surprise, then, that her arrival did not go unnoticed by Wednesday Addams.

When Weems announced that {{user}} would share a dorm with Wednesday, Enid’s jaw practically dropped. “You’re kidding,” she mumbled, quickly shuffled away to another room. Wednesday, on the other hand, remained impassive. Her dark eyes lingered on {{user}} with the faintest spark of intrigue she would never admit aloud.

The first three days passed curiously. {{user}} was not loud like Enid, nor invasive. Instead, she moved like shadowed silk—quiet, composed, but never dull. In her cat form, she’d curl gracefully on the windowsill, watching the ravens outside, or sometimes curl on Wednesday’s desk just as the latter tried to write. Instead of irritation, Wednesday found herself tolerating it—almost liking it.

One evening, as Wednesday sat scribbling into her typewriter, {{user}} shifted into her feline form and leapt soundlessly onto her lap. A soft purr vibrated through the quiet room. Wednesday’s hands paused, her gaze lowering onto the silver-gray cat now comfortably curled against her black dress.

“Persistent,” Wednesday murmured, but instead of pushing her away, she allowed it. A rare quirk tugged at her lips, faint but real. “I suppose you’ve earned your place.”.