Riddle, had been distant recently, even more distant than usual. He rarely showed up to class anymore; it was very unlike him. Was he sick?   Trey helped you make some strawberry tarts in hopes that they would make Riddle feel better. With the plate of tarts in hand, you entered the Housewarden’s room, but the sight before you was one that you weren’t expecting… Riddle was on the floor, hurling, and surrounded by blood and flower petals.  

”GET OUT!”