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Red Rose Tyrant, Chapter Four: A Stirring Breeze

❛ɪs ɪᴛ ᴛʀᴜʟʏ ғʀᴇᴇᴅᴏᴍ, ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴏʟ ᴏғ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀs ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ᴏғ ᴇǫᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴏʀᴅᴇʀ?❜

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   "The rabbits are flying,

   and the roses are now falling" Cater commented, he was gazing at the sky lazily before freezing suddenly.

   "The Unbirthday Party!" he then jolted up from his seat, knocking the chair down. The others all looked at Cater confused until they had processed what he just said.

   They all set off in a panic, running around the place with plates flying above them, hovering towards the sink. The two third years use their magic to clean the place along with themselves.

   They stared at the group of first years up and down, scrutinizing them thoroughly before glancing with each other. Trey then ran off without a word after giving a curt nod at Cater.

   Cater flicked his pen, and a new set of outfits appeared in front of him. He gave them a mischievous smile, before following right after Trey, "Remember to change your clothes before you go to the Unbirthday Party!"

   The group hurriedly took the clothes, running to the bathroom, one after another- nearly shoving each other around, "Hurry up! And- get out of my way!"

   "Wait. I feel like we are forgetting something...."

   "We forgot the tart!"

   "The what?"

   "The tart!"

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   "Where have you all been?! You're almost late for the Unbirthday Party, the Riddle you have rattled you all about the rules!" Cater whisper-shouted. He kept looking around as he ushered the group to the nearest table.

   "We almost forgot to bring the tart—"

   "Well it's a good thing you're here now. Go and take your seats, the housewarden is about to arrive." Just as they settled onto their seats someone announced, "The Housewarden has arrived!" before proceeding to run off to their seat.

   A red haired male— Riddle Rosehearts entered. He held his head high with a majestic aura surrounding him that demands absolute respect. A sharp contrast to the amount of baby fat still on his cheeks.

   As he walked nearer to the entrance, everything was silent. The air was tense with everyone quietly holding their breaths as they looked intently at Riddle.

   A couple of the students stood up, playing the trumpets in their hands "All hail our leader, the red sovereign himself... His Grace, his Excellency Housewarden Riddle!"

   Everyone stood up, with a few students forming two lines near the entrance, holding their magic pens up high as they greeted, "We salute you, Housewarden Riddle!"

   "The roses bathed in red, the table bedecked in white. A completely flawless Unbirthday Party" Riddle looked around, a pleased expression on his face.

   He took his seat on the largest table, Trey following right after with a teapot at hand. Without bothering to look at Trey he asked him, "Is the dorm mouse carefully asleep in the teapot?"

   "Of course. And should things turn south, we've also prepared the jam to spread on his nose." Trey stated, whilst pouring tea on Riddle's cup.

   "Very good," Riddle then stood up, raising his teacup carefully, "before we begin the croquet tournament, let us make a toast. Does everyone have their teacup?"

   "Very well. On this most significantly inauspicious of days, I bid all in attendance... a very Merry Unbirthday!"

   "Merry Unbirthday!"

• • •

   "Ace! Now's your chance" Cater whispered, gesturing at Riddle, who was sitting alone undisturbed peace as other students mingled around with each other.

   Ace looked towards the group, only gathering the strength to go when all of them gave him the same encouraging look. "Alright, here goes."

   He stood up slowly, buying himself time till he reached the end of Riddle's table. He shuffled nervously as Riddle's eyes quietly observed him. "Uh.. Housewarden. I wanted to apologize for eating your tart the other day by baking a new one,"

   "Did you now? What sort of tart is it exactly?" he placed the box containing the tart in front of Riddle.

   "I'm so glad you asked!" he pulled the ribbon off, before carefully opening the box to reveal the tart "it's Mont Blanc, made with tons of freshly picked chestnuts!"

   "Mont Blanc you say...?" Riddle asked, stunned. Only when Ace proudly nodded his head did he shift to anger.

   He burst out, screaming about the violation of the Queen of Hearts rule, invoking a mix of negative emotions from the crowd.

   "Eight hundred and ten? That isn't just tyranny, that is an absolute rule," the bard muttered, sneaking a small bite of the pastry in his hand.

   "Do we really need to follow that rule? Nobody seems to be bothered by the Mont Blanc's presence or anything," Yuu stood up, taking his position near Ace.

   He watched as his companions tried to fight against the angry Riddle, only to end up angering him much more. The moment he finished his desert, only he was left on their table.

   He stood up on his chair, peering at the not so calm Riddle. He stared directly at him, not caring about all eyes upon him, nor about the two third years taking a battle stance,

   "Such a sad life for them, being forced to follow a tyrant leader. I would say you should give them even a little bit of freedom, too bad you never had that privilege either." and he was promptly thrown out of the venue with an eye-catching collar on his neck.

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