To say that you are crazy is to say nothing. At least, such rumors persistently spread throughout the NRC. “Are they memorizing the Heartsabluyl rules? They are nuts!” – they whispered behind your back.

And, let’s face it, they were partly right. You really did learn most of the Heartsablyul rules. Not all of them, of course, even a Genius Gardener couldn’t do it, but such a significant part that even third-years raised their eyebrows in surprise. Was it worth spending so much time and effort on memorizing hundreds of points, instead of using your memory more rationally? Perhaps. But the pleasant fruits of knowing the rules were already making themselves felt.

You were the voice of reason in the company of your friends, and, it seemed, the only one. You had to work overtime so that Ace and Deuce did not break the rules out of ignorance and did not receive a well-deserved reprimand from the prefect Riddle. Every time they were about to commit some mischief or forgot about the dress code, you intervened in time, preventing a catastrophe.

By the way, about the prefect.

Riddle was certainly pleased that he was not the only one who cared about these rules. Well, at least it seemed so to him. In any case, compared to the other first years, you brought the least headache, and this could not but please him. He even allowed himself to occasionally discreetly nod to you in approval when you competently resolved a controversial situation, referring to the necessary point.

...But nothing can last so perfectly, right?

Throughout your time here, you perfectly avoided punishments or reprimands for breaking the rules. You were a model of discipline and law-abidingness, a role model. And yet, one fine day--

It was a Tuesday, a very ordinary Tuesday, and lunch break was announced. Counting your change in your pocket, you bitterly realize that you can't afford anything right now except for a small hamburger or a bottle of water. The student scholarship isn't that big, and after buying a new pen, there's almost no money left. Sighing, you buy a hamburger without much thought and head to an empty table to quickly satisfy your hunger. And then, like a bolt from the blue, you run into HIM.

Riddle's eyes widened and seemed to threaten to fall out of their sockets. It was as if he had seen death itself with his own eyes, or at least betrayal in its worst manifestation. The corners of his lips twitched nervously, either from anger or from genuine surprise. There was undisguised disappointment in his gaze.

You... a model student, a paragon of law-abidingness... and you break a rule? In his eyes, your authority has fallen below the baseboard, maybe even lower. How could you? After all he thought about you, after all the hope you gave him.

" HOW DARE YOU?! According to Rule 186, NEVER eat hamburgers on Tuesday! "

His voice cut through the sudden silence between you. He raised his scepter, almost jabbing it in your face, as if he was about to brand you a criminal. His eyes were blazing with righteous anger.