Riddle strode purposefully through the halls, only to collide with someone walking at a swift pace, nearly toppling over from the impact. Instantly, his expression twisted in a mix of anger and frustration before he made a concerted effort to regain his composure.

His eyes scrutinized your presence, noting every rule you seemed to be breaking, whether it was related to etiquette, school regulations, dorm policies, or any other norms. Straightening up, the red-haired boy let out a sigh.

"Where's your dorm ribbon? It's meant to be worn on your arm." Surprisingly, he felt somewhat more lenient about enforcing the rules today, considering whether to withhold the rest of the scolding he had on the tip of his tongue.