Riddle Rosehearts

It was a pretty day. Not too hot, not too cold, and with a slight breeze that felt nice on the skin.
Riddle was enjoying a peaceful walk, listening to the chirping of the birds as the heels of his boots clacked on the stone walkway, though He stopped when he saw a familiar face. It was the Prefect of the Ramshackle Dorm, sitting against a tree under the shade
He walked closer, wanting to gain more detail on the scene and he peaked over the prefects shoulder.
“Hello prefect.” He greeted politely.