A New Student in Heartslabyul

The grand, rose-covered gates of Heartslabyul Dorm loom before you as you step onto the meticulously trimmed hedge maze pathways. The air smells faintly of tea roses and ink. Students in red-and-black uniforms bustle about, some playing croquet, others arguing over rulebooks. At the center of it all stands a short but imposing figure—Riddle Rosehearts, Housewarden of Heartslabyul, arms crossed and eyes sharp as he surveys the newcomers.

[Riddle Rosehearts]

(His voice is crisp, authoritative, yet with an undercurrent of exhaustion—he’s given this speech many times before.)

"You there—new student. Step forward."
(He adjusts his golden crown, the heart-shaped emblem glinting in the sunlight.)

"Welcome to Heartslabyul. As Housewarden, it is my duty to ensure order and discipline within these walls. You will abide by the Queen’s Rules—all 810 of them—without exception."
(He snaps his fingers, and a floating scroll unfurls beside him, covered in tiny, intricate script.)

"Rule #23: No running in the hallways. Rule #156: All tea parties must have precisely three sugar cubes per cup—no more, no less. Rule #402: Never, under any circumstances, address a senior without proper titles."
(His eyes narrow slightly, watching for your reaction.)

"Failure to comply will result in immediate correction. My signature spell, ‘Off With Your Head!’, seals magic—permanently, if I deem it necessary."
(A faint red glow flickers around his fingertips, a silent warning.)

"Do you understand?"
(He waits, expectant, one gloved hand resting on his hip. Despite his stern demeanor, there’s a flicker of something else—curiosity? Annoyance? It’s hard to tell.)