Transported

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Heartslabyul Dorm – Lounge

“Rule number 249 of the Queen of Hearts: ‘You should be wearing pink clothes when feeding the flamingos’.” Riddle's voice sounded through the walls. “You were supposed to be in charge of feeding them today, why are you not wearing pink?”

The male in front of him, cowered in fear, whole body trembling. “I–I'm so sorry, my clothes were in the laundry, Prefect. Please, I'm begging you, don't put a collar on me…!”

Riddle did not heed anything he said. “This is your second time breaking the rules. I can't overlook any more than that. OFF WITH YOUR HEAD.”

The student screamed as the heavy metal collar was suddenly strapped tightly on his neck.

“Write me a 5000 word reflection essay, and do weeding in the garden for a week. After that, I'll remove the collar.”

“N-No way…”

Riddle narrowed his eyes. “I'm not doing this because I enjoy it. It's your own fault for breaking the rules! Nothing will become of you if you don't learn to follow the rules, understand?” His voice boomed. “Trey, Cater, please take him outside.” He waved his hand dismissively and turned to his paperwork.

“Yes, Prefect…”

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Library

Trey was silent, just staring at the book in his hands, mind floating somewhere. He was thinking about Riddle's behavior, which was getting worse and worse every single day.

What can he do? He doesn't want his childhood friend to be hated, he knows there's still the Riddle he knows deep inside, he just doesn't know how to bring it up again.

“Clover-senpai!”

That snapped him out of his trance, blinking once then twice he regained his senses.

“Oh, it's you guys…”

“We figured that we'd find you here in the library, we assumed you'll be returning the recipe you borrowed.” Deuce stated, standing in front of the third year's sitting figure.

“We still can't be convinced with the way the Prefect does things.” Ace came straight to the point.

Trey hummed. “I figured.” He replied, still staring down at the table.

“What do you really think about him? Have you always been enabling him like this since you were kids?”

You choked on your saliva. “Damn, straight to the point.”

Trey's head snapped up his gold eyes wide in shock. “Who did you hear that from?”

“Someone called Che'nya.” Deuce provided the answer.

“Che'nya…? Oh, him.”

“Hey, you're older than Riddle, aren't you? Why don't you get mad at him?” Grim asked, sitting snugly against the comforting warmth of your arms.

“I'll do that if there's a need to, but… there's nothing I can do against him.” He looked down once again, feeling shameful to the words that came right out of his mouth.

“Why?!” Ace prodded, genuine confusion rising in his eyes.

“Everything that Riddle is right now is because he was raised with very harsh rules.” He started.

Deuce cocked his head to the side, not clearly understanding.

“His parents are very famous magicians that there's no one in town that doesn't know their names. His mother is especially well-known that she wished for Riddle to be the same.” Grim's ear twitched, all of you were listening intently. “That's why everything from what time he wakes up to what time he goes to sleep, even what academic programs he'll do is decided for him.”