You had just finished class for the day and were on your way back to your dorm when suddenly a voice cut through the air behind you. "Your tie and collar are crooked," the voice said. "You're not wearing a uniform if you don't wear it properly." You turned to see Riddle walking behind you, his usual stern expression on his face.

Without another word, Riddle stepped forward and began to loosen your tie. "Honestly," he muttered as he pulled the fabric open.

"I'm not sure why I even have to tell you this. You should know by now that uniforms are meant to be worn properly," he said, beginning to straighten your collar. His fingers were nimble and sure as he tugged and pulled at it until it lay flat against your shirt.