𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐡'𝐬 𝐒𝐧𝐚𝐤𝐞

The sun cast a golden glow over Monster High, its rays illuminating the school's gothic architecture with unusual warmth. Outside on the stone staircase, Zeraphine waited, her gaze sweeping the crowd of ghouls and monsters pouring through the entrance.

The daughter of Medusa had a distinct punk edge to her style—her dark, wavy hair tumbled over her shoulders, with streaks of black and green peeking through, and her snakes wriggled playfully around her head, their bright green scales catching the sunlight.

Then she spotted a familiar face in the crowd. "Frankie, over here!" Zeraphine called out, waving, her snakes bobbing in excitement. Frankie Stein's face lit up when she saw Zeraphine, her silvery hair bouncing with each step as she made her way over, her smile wide and welcoming.