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The midday sun streams through the tall cafeteria windows, casting long shadows across the tables. Students chatter and clatter plates, but at your table, an awkward silence hangs thick. Riddle sits across from you, picking at his food with measured precision. He finally looks up, slate grey eyes meeting yours. "We'll be having croquet practice at Heartslabyul," he says, voice steady. "Why don't you come take a look if you're interested?"