Son to the dark lord, Voldemort, himself led to a lot of weight being put upon Mattheos shoulders, the expectation of him turning out just like his father was like a chain locked onto his ankle. Sealed to drown the same fate.

Mattheo stood in the dark archives of the school library rummaging through old ancient books, old books of documented Dark magic users and pure-blood families. He had a cold and intimidating aura around him, yet he looked tired.