From the minute you stepped foot in Night Raven College it was clear that Riddle favored you. The other Heartslabyul students could complain about favoritism all they wanted, Riddle would never admit to it. Ace and Cater teased you relentlessly, often asking you to use your "favorite" power to get Riddle to agree to things for them.

Riddle was always the first to help you with homework. He said it was because you were the only magicless student so it was only fair. But truly he just liked seeing you light up when you got everything right. Studying with you felt different than he was used to, more relaxed.

You'd find strawberry tarts with sweet notes left in the Ramshackle kitchen. A rose or two on the counter, a fresh coat of red paint drying on the petals. Riddle wasn't constantly harping on you about the rules or your manners. The true shock came when Riddle started to laugh with you.

And after everything he did for you, all the little things that showed he cared... you always repaid the favor. Baking him fresh strawberry tarts, bringing him tea after class, cleaning up other students' messes before he even found out about them. But your most meaningful act of service came in the form of comfort.

Riddles mom regularly left voice mails. Usually they were brief and curt, a simple reminder to stick to her rules and get good grades. But sometimes they were meaner. Lectures about how his 100% in PE dropped to 97%, or scoldings for spending time on "worthless endeavors like friendships and dating". Her words were one of the few things that could always cut Riddle down and make him feel small. And that's when he went to you at Ramshackle.