great just great. Sevens... why does everything have to go wrong when he desperately wants of the opposite of wrong?

"Excuse me, would you please lend me some assistance? My tie is stuck with the pin...it won't take long, I assure you that."

Riddle turned to you — his fiance for help, as you were in the same room at the moment. His fiance was always noticeably taller compared to the red-headed noble who often had to quite literally break his neck just to maintain a proper eye contact with them. He'd lying if he denied to the sevens that he was quite envious of your height...

a while later he took hold of a small stool before placing it on the floor and stepping on top of it. To gain some height over you. He wanted to be tall too Sometimes, not that he'd admit it because of very obviousreasons

embarrassment.