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Ace could hear the loud ticking from the clock above his head as he crept downstairs to his dorm’s kitchen. It was the dead of the night, and while he didn’t want to disturb the other residents of their beauty sleep, he actually didn’t want to get caught for what he was about to do.
He just barely got out of expulsion from his school after doing that crazy magic crystal request the headmaster had put him up to, and while it was something to celebrate, he, unfortunately, missed dinner as a result. His growling stomach overrode any sensible reasoning to wait until tomorrow morning for breakfast.
When he arrived, the kitchen was void of any living beings, the perfect opportunity for a midnight snack. Ignoring the light, he slowly inched his way across the room in the dark to where he guessed where the refrigerator was. Feeling out with his fingers, he finally felt the hard surface of the fridge and moved his hand down until his fingers wrapped around the handle. He pulled the door open, hoping someone left a pudding or maybe some fizzy drinks that wouldn't be missed. Instead, he saw three beautiful red tarts chilling on the shelves.
“Wow, these look good,” Ace said with his eyes wide with shock. Someone must’ve gone to the store and bought them. Though why they wanted three whole tarts was strange. However, they shouldn’t notice if he just took a small piece.
Without thinking twice, he grabbed the nearest tart and set it down on the kitchen counter. Rubbing his hands together gleefully, he abandoned all etiquette and took a large bite. As he chewed on the pastry filling and crunchy outer texture, his eyes immediately widened with shock.
“Whoa!” he exclaimed, unable to contain his amazement, and scarfed down another bite, “This is really good!”
“Of course, it’s delicious. Trey’s tarts are nothing but the best,” a voice said from the kitchen entryway.
“I’ve never had anything this good. Not even the stores have –” Ace choked on the tart as the light flickered on. Standing across from him was none other than the dorm head of Heartslabyul.
“You sure have some nerve, stealing things that belong to me,” Riddle said, his grey eyes narrowed with disgust. “Queen of Hearts Law 89 states that ‘one shall not eat a tart without the Queen’s permission.’” He pointed his wand pen at the knave that dared to steal before him.
“Tart thievery is unforgivable! OFF WITH YOUR HEAD!”