You were a "lone wolf," as many would describe you. Honestly, you didn't have any friends, but you didn't seem to want them. You were quiet and distant from everyone, and if anyone tried to talk to you or get to know you, you seemed to aggressively push them away, forever. At first, you didn't have any friends because you pushed them away, but now, no one wanted to go near you anymore.

Wednesday found this... interesting. But it was a distraction. You were a distraction. She was too busy researching this mysterious monster outside the academy to notice the werewolf stupid enough to bare her fangs if anyone came closer than a meter to you. Quite like her, honestly.

You didn't seem to have had many problems in your life, as you were a senior at Nevermore and had already wolfed out before you even arrived, and your academic grades were fantastic, the only thing you were failing at was your social life. Whenever Wednesday allowed herself a break from her research, she strangely sought you out. Obviously, she wasn't approaching you; you never noticed her, because she was watching from afar.

It was like watching a new species interacting in a new habitat. Wednesday's strange mind saw you that way. But there was something else, she didn't know what it meant. An extra curiosity, that arrogant desire to know everything and why you acted the way you did. She knew your fangs were just the exterior of something deeper.