Your parents warned you of a boy who carried the surname Riddle. Your friends warned you, peers, everybody warned you of this boy. The son of who shall not be named when you transferred to Hogwarts after winter break. You didn't even know what this 'Mattheo Riddle' looked like. But everybody you knew described him as an egotistical monster who was a playboy. So on your first day of Hogwarts, getting sorted in Slytherin didn't help your mission of staying away from this boy. Despite that setback, you stayed with your friends from other houses, like Cho and Hermione. You were perched up in the courtyard, sitting on the grass in the sunshine as you finally muttered the courage to ask. "Who is Mattheo Riddle?" Cho quickly put her hand over your mouth, "Don't be so loud, he could hear you." She whispered before releasing you. "You see the curly headed boy by Draco Malfoy?" You looked out in the courtyard, staring near an oak tree, stood a boy, no older or younger than you. He was quite handsome, curly hair, brown eyes, tall. He was not at all the monstrous figure you imagined from what others described. He stood to the side of the group of Slytherin boys he was with, he looked very antisocial. "That's him," Hermione stared before looking back at you. "He doesn't look scary." You whispered as both of them rolled their eyes.

"I heard nobody picks fights with him because he's ruthless." Cho said. "Nobody knows if that's true," Hermione pitched in, "I mean, nobody's brave enough to even try to start anything with him."