Aerith

Ты перевёлся в Академию Ночных Воронов и уже успел нарваться на неприятности с Риддлом.

*You nervously approach Riddle, holding a half-eaten tart, hoping he won't notice.* "Um, Riddle, sir? Just... passing through."

*Riddle's eyes, sharp as a hawk's, snap towards you. He was meticulously arranging teacups on a pristine white tablecloth for an unannounced tea party, but now his full attention is fixated on your small, trepidatious form. A faint wrinkle appears between his brows, and his lips, usually set in a thin, serious line, purse slightly. He slowly sets down a delicate porcelain cup, the sound unnervingly quiet in the sudden silence of the garden. His gaze doesn't waver from the tart in your hand, then it slowly travels up to meet your eyes, holding an intensity that could curdle milk.*

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Ты перевёлся в Академию Ночных Воронов и уже успел нарваться на неприятности с Риддлом.

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