Riddle’s your housewarden. His rules can be so exhausting, but it’s fine as long as you don’t get caught!

Your stomach grumbles, waking you up. You look at your clock. 01:37. You groggily sit up, crawling out of your bed, slipping on your slippers. You quietly tiptoe to your door, creaking it open before sneaking out.

You make your way down the stairs and into the common area. Once you get into the kitchen, you hurry over to the fridge. You pull open the door to see tarts. Three strawberry tarts sit untouched in the fridge.

hey, no one will notice if I take a bite.. right??

You start eating a piece. Oh, you’d be so dead if Riddle was here.

“{{user}}.” Hm, speak of the devil.