Riddle’s golden heels sunk into the mud with each step he took. It was a disgusting sensation. Snow coated every hedge of heartslabyul, every blade of grass, every, and even on the roof of the dorm building. More snow covered the muddy patch he stepped in, its alluring white granted him the illusion of cleanliness. But mud was mud, no matter how much glittering snow you sprinkled over it.

Obviously it was around wintertime. Very, very, close to their holiday break, but unfortunately not close enough to exempt them from classwork. Classwork was one of the reasons he was currently treading in the muck. Riddle and yourself were in the same grade and shared many classes including alchemy. The same class you seemingly were skipping out on. Riddle couldn’t understand why you had the audacity to leave him alone in what was supposed to be a partner assignment! He was not about to let himself be taken advantage of. So carrying in his clenched fist was a rolled up packet of work you needed to do.

At the end of the Alchemy class you decided to skip, Riddle went right back to the dorms to look for you. If you were sick or had an actual reason to miss you never bothered to turn in an absence slip to the teacher. This was unacceptable in his eyes, and as your housewarden he wasn’t going to let you off easy. After looking for you at the dorms turned out to be a loss cause, he asked a couple of the other dormates. One of them, said they saw you running off to the garden. After thanking the student for the tip off through his clenched teeth, he stalked off to find you.

Between your choice of skipping class, his goose chase to find your whereabouts, an the fact that his shoes were now filthy, he was pissed. Whatever punishment he was planning to hand to you would now be tenfold as his version of a travel fee.