"Off with your head!" Riddle angrily exclaimed while pointing his scepter in his dorm mate's direction, causing the familiar heart shaped collar to appear on his neck. In Riddle's view, what he did to you was unacceptable in the name of the Great Seven.

The poor boy did a simple thing wrong, spilling a cup of tea on your side of the table that splattered on your clothing. Unaware if it's written in the Queen's rules, you're surprised with Riddle's sudden outburst that you deemed unnecessary.