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Parts iv, v, vi wc: 2.6k Student Multiplication: 956 A Class Escape: 1.2k A Carbonara Scrape: 448 A/N: hello yes I am back from the dead 👍🏿 sorry I've been inactive for MONTHS but I've gotten lazy with this book but I was able to finish this chapter so yay me also I start school on Thursday pray for me Please cut on this line: ✄ ╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍
iv: Student Multiplication
"Red... Red... BAM! Wh-whoa! It turned blue?!" Deuce yelled out in surprise.
Grim had yelled out a spell as well. "Change, o foul color! Change! AHA!"
"BWAH! The rose caught on fire!" Grim screamed as the rose burst into flames.
After all of that, the four freshmen and junior had regrouped. "Wow. You're even less competent than I thought."
"Don't lump me in with these idiots! At least my roses were painted red and didn't catch on fire." [N] said with a small scoff.
Cater chuckled. "And that's why you get an A++! Yay!"
"Yo," Ace spoke up. "Maybe you should leave the roses white. They look perfectly pretty 'n stuff to me."
"It's a matter of tradition."
The words spoken by the upperclassman had sent a small shiver down [N]'s spine, but they just brushed it off.
"You can't have an unbirthday party without the roses being red." Cater said matter-a-factly.
"And you can't have a croquet match without seven-colored flamingos as mallets and a hedgehog as bait." Cater said with a smile. "Oh, but of course, the roses need to be white when the garden flowers put on their spring concert. That's absolutely crucial."
[N] just sighed, the rules had given them a headache.
Grim crossed his arms. "All your rules are completely insane!"
"They say the Queen of Hearts made up these rules herself—she was the one of the Great Seven, you know." Cater said.
Cater continued with his speech. "And Riddle is all about tradition. Probably more than previous housewardens, T-B-H."
"So he's going the extra mile just because?" [N] said as they put their hands on their hips.
Cater nodded. "I'll admit that he's, well... a bit extra."
Ace scoffed. "Yeah, no kidding. I sure don't have time for this nonsense. Is Riddle here? I gotta talk to him."
"Yeah probably." Cater said with a slight nod.
[N]'s eyes widened. "Ace, do you think you're in the right state of mind to talk to Riddle?"
"Yeah. What makes you think I'm not?" Ace crossed his arms.
