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——"All hail our leader, the Red Sovereign himself... Housewarden Riddle! We salute you, Housewarden Riddle!" The students cheered, raising their fun-shaped teacups.
"Hm. The garden roses are red, the tablecloths are white... This seems a proper unbirthday indeed. Is there a dormouse asleep in the teapo- Er, well, I suppose it's fine either way." Riddle caught himself with a cough.
"Not everything has to change completely, you know. Like, maybe spread the jam on your scones, instead of on the dormouse this time? Let's try to set the bar at "it's great if it's this way," not "it absolutely has to be this way."" Trey prompted from Riddle's side. "Yes, that makes sense." Riddle smiled.
"I can't believe we got roped into cleaning up and prepping the garden again." Ace groaned, taking a sip of his tea. "Well, at least the housewarden recovered from his overblot without any complications." Deuce added. "Sounds like a fair trade. We clean, Dorm Leader Riddle recovers safely." I mused. Ever since that fucking illusion I've grown to like the hedgehog more.
"And the garden is Magicam-worthy once again! Hashtag #nofilter on this gorgeousness!" Cater chimed in, swinging his arm around me as I took another bite of the macaroon. "Blah blah blah! Let's just eat already!" Grim whined. "Then eat we shall! I'll get the-"
"Wait a minute!" Riddle exclaimed, standing up from his seat and drawing attention. "Huh?" Cater asked. "There's a white rose...!" Riddle pointed and sure enough, a white rose was tauntingly staring back at us.
"We missed one?!" Ace shrieked. "Ace, Deuce, I told you to make sure to paint EVERY rose!" Cater scolded, rather panicked. "Wait, this is our fault?!" Deuce exclaimed. "R-Riddle, listen..." Trey started, trying to calm the glaring Housewarden. "Oh no. Not again...?!"
"Well... I suppose I can overlook one or two missed roses." Riddle shrugged. "R-really?! That's so generous of you, Riddle!" Cater awed. "If we work together, we should be able to get them painted in no time." Riddle smiled.
"What? They still gotta be painted?!" Ace whined. "Even so... I'm impressed. You've changed, Riddle." Trey smiled proudly. "I'm starvin' here! Let's just get these stupid roses painted or whatever!" Grim scoffed. "All right, is everyone ready?" Riddle asked.
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——"So what happened to that tart, Housewarden?" Ace smirked, waltzing over to Riddle. "I made it for you, as I promised I would. Here: one strawberry tart, crafted by yours truly." Riddle said, turning around and grabbing the covered tart from the table behind him.
"Nice! The shape's a little off, but I can tell you put a lot of work into that glaze. A fine job indeed, especially considering it was your first!" Trey complimented. "Nice." I gave Riddle a thumbs up...maybe it was my imagination, but I could've sworn I saw a pink hue—
"Oh, puh-leeze. How about we actually TRY it before you start fawning all over him, Y/N?" Ace scoffed with a pout. Riddle was about to cut a slice before Cater stopped him. "Hold it! Don't you start cutting that before I get my Magicam snap! ...Okay, got it!"
