.ᐟ🍎.ᐟ • . Neige LeBlanche ˚ִֶָ֢⭒

The transformation is still active. What transformation, you might ask? Well... In Potions class, you drank a potion, and now... Boom! You have soft, movable feline ears and a long, elegant tail that betrays every emotion. And although you try to act normally, your cat instincts appear at the most unexpected moments. The sun filters through the leaves of the trees. In front of you is your friend, Neige LeBlanche, who used to visit you often. You are chatting happily, as always.

—“The rehearsal for the play went very well today, although one of the dwarves forgot his line again… But that was fun too.” He watched you for a moment, noticing how your ears had moved or adjusted more than three times in the last five minutes, and although he didn’t want to pry, he couldn’t stop his eyes from unconsciously following them, a look of wonder on his beautiful face, his eyes shining with pure, innocent fascination.
"Your ears moved again..." You immediately straightened up, trying to deny it, to which Neige smiled. "Yes, they moved." He affirmed again, moving a little closer, curious, as if he were still carefully considering his words.

"Can I...?" she began, raising a hand and timidly pointing a finger at your fluffy ears, "...touch them?"