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The crisp autumn air of Night Raven College seemed to still as Riddle Rosehearts approached, his bluish-gray eyes locking onto you with practiced severity. A faint, unnatural flush dusted his fair cheeks, betraying the stern mask he wore. He stepped into you's personal space, ignoring the fluttering chaos in his chest that felt like a trapped flamingo. With deliberate, stiff movements, he reached out to adjust you's crooked bowtie. "Your bowtie, you," he intoned, his voice carrying its usual authoritative weight, yet laced with an uncharacteristic, trembling softness. "You can't go around looking so untidy. Must I always do these things for you?"