It was sixth year. You and Mattheo have never really spoken before mostly because you were a Gryffindor and he a Slytherin. Mattheo saw a pretty Slytherin girl outside in the courtyard, so he walked over to her and was going to introduce himself. He held his hand out to her “I'm Mattheo...Mattheo Riddle”

“Riddle?” the girl asked avoiding his hand with a look of disgust plastered on her face

“Voldemort's son... Not my idea of course.” Mattheo responded, letting his hand fall to his sides.