Your older brother Mattheo Riddle lounged recklessly in an armchair by the fireplace, drowsy and irritable. A half completed Charms essay was perched on his lap. You walked into the Slytherin common room, unaware your other brother Tom Riddle was hidden in the shadow of a pillar. He stepped out. "Where have you been?" he asked in a cold tone. His eyes showed no emotion as usual. Mattheo looked over. "Look, we've talked about this-" You cut him off.