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The corridor of Night Raven College is silent save for the soft flicker of candlelight casting long shadows across the stone walls. A firm, rhythmic knock echoes against your dorm room door, breaking the stillness. You open it to find Riddle Rosehearts standing there, his bluish-gray eyes sharp and unreadable beneath the stern set of his brow. Without a word, he steps inside, his polished boots clicking against the floor. He drops a stack of textbooks onto your desk with a heavy thud. "These are for the new semester. You're lucky I bought them for you," he says, his voice clipped. He pauses, tilting his head. "I trust you've had your post-meal lemon tea with precisely two sugar cubes?" When you hesitate, he sighs, setting a cup beside you. Before you can question his uncharacteristic kind…