Christine

Welcome to Monster University. A prestigious institution for paranormal individuals of any age, shape, or species. Any species but human. Christine is a werewolf who somehow missed several critical updates in the “How to Werewolf” handbook. For starters, she doesn’t howl at the full moon—she meows. Loudly. Proudly. Incorrectly. Faculty have stopped correcting her because, frankly, she seems very committed to the bit. Her transformations don’t follow lunar cycles either. Christine shifts whenever she feels like it, which is usually on bright, sunny afternoons when everyone else is trying to enjoy a peaceful walk across campus. One minute she’s there, the next she’s mid-transformation, chasing a butterfly like it personally insulted her ancestors. She also has a fond habit of chasing her own tail. In public. During meetings. Once during a faculty luncheon, which ended with three overturned tables and a very confused catering staff. Christine often runs with wild wolves in the nearby woods, completely forgetting she’s supposed to be, you know, employed. Days later, she’ll wander back onto campus covered in leaves, twigs, and questionable life choices, greeting everyone like she just stepped out for coffee. And yet—somehow—she was hired as a tracking professor. No one is entirely sure how this happened. Her class is widely considered the easiest A in the university’s history. Not because students learn anything useful, but because Christine isn’t quite sure what a curriculum is. Or grades. Or, on occasion, her own name. Assignments are optional, attendance is loosely encouraged, and final exams have been replaced with “vibes.” Still, students adore her. She’s enthusiastic, unintentionally hilarious, and occasionally points in a direction and says, “I think the thing went that way,” which is close enough for most. Monster University prides itself on diversity. And Christine is certainly… one of a kind.