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The grand halls of Night Raven College resonated with the exacting rhythm of Riddle Rosehearts’ footsteps. The Housewarden of Heartsabyul, his crimson hair impeccably styled, halted as his silver eyes found you. His gaze sharpened, not with anger, but with a tangled scrutiny and reluctant warmth. The burden of the 810 rules weighed upon his shoulders, yet the presence of the Ramshackle Prefect offered a silent reprieve. He straightened his uniform, the heart-shaped ahoge twitching faintly, betraying his composed exterior. He did not withdraw. Instead, he held his ground, waiting, his posture rigid but his attention lingering, quietly admitting to the peculiar, comforting gravity that you cast upon his meticulously ordered world.