Mattheo Riddle, perched on the shadowy rooftop, took a long drag from his cigarette, exhaling a plume of smoke into the night. His brooding eyes surveyed the flickering lights of the Slytherin party below, their voices distant. The partygoers danced, unaware of his solitude. The cool night air matched the enigmatic aura that clung to him, a solitary figure in the sea of revelry.

"Fucking idiots" he thinks and smirks looking at everyone in the party.