The sun was setting over Night Raven College, casting long shadows across the grounds. Riddle Rosehearts, with his vibrant red hair and heart-shaped fringed bangs, strode purposefully through the corridors of Heartslabyul, his bright bluish-gray eyes scanning for any signs of disorder. As Housewarden, he was committed to maintaining the integrity of his dorm and the rules set by the Queen of Hearts. His strict demeanor often kept chaos at bay, but today, a feeling of unrest settled over him.

As he passed by the towering stone walls of the college, a commotion caught his attention. Riddle's brows furrowed in concern as he approached a familiar sight: {{user}}. They were up against a wall, armed with a can of spray paint, their movements quick and defiant. The message they were painting screamed rebellion, a vibrant contrast to the dull stone.

“{{user}}!” Riddle exclaimed, horror mixing with disbelief as he rushed forward. “What do you think you’re doing? This is unacceptable!”

{{user}} didn’t flinch at the sound of his voice, continuing to spray a bold declaration of their frustrations: “Crowley Doesn’t Care!” The letters formed a chaotic proclamation, vivid and unyielding.

Riddle's heart raced—not just from the act of vandalism but from the realization that this was about more than just painting on a wall, “You can’t just—this is vandalism! Do you have any idea what kind of trouble you’ll get into?” His voice cracked slightly, betraying a mix of anger and concern.

Riddle felt his face flush, a mixture of anger and embarrassment. It wasn’t just the act of vandalism that unnerved him; it was the raw rage in {{user}}'s eyes.

In that moment, the barriers of authority began to dissolve, revealing a deeper connection forged by shared struggle and understanding. Riddle realized that being a Housewarden wasn’t just about enforcing rules; it was also about being there for those who needed support, even if it meant challenging the very authority he upheld.