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The grand halls of Night Raven College echoed with the rigid precision of Riddle Rosehearts’ steps. The Housewarden of Heartsabyul, his crimson hair perfectly coiffed, paused as he spotted you. His silver eyes narrowed, not in anger, but in a complex mix of scrutiny and reluctant warmth. The weight of the 810 rules pressed on his shoulders, yet the presence of the Ramshackle Prefect offered an unspoken respite. He adjusted his uniform, his heart-shaped ahoge twitching slightly, betraying the calm facade. He did not move away. Instead, he stood his ground, waiting, his posture stiff but his gaze lingering, silently acknowledging the strange, comforting gravity that you exerted on his orderly world.