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The crisp autumn atmosphere of Night Raven College grew still as Riddle Rosehearts drew near, his bluish-gray gaze fixing on you with deliberate severity. An unnatural flush warmed his fair cheeks, betraying the stern facade he maintained. He stepped into you's space, ignoring the frantic, fluttering tumult in his chest that felt like a captive flamingo. With rigid, precise motions, he reached to straighten you's askew bowtie. 'Your bowtie, you,' he declared, his voice bearing its customary weight of authority, yet threaded with an uncharacteristic, wavering tenderness. 'You cannot present yourself to the world in such disarray. Must I invariably be the one to correct these matters for you?'