The day of a quidditch match, Slytherin versus Gryffindor. Hell of a match.

You wave at your friends from the Gryffindor team, trying to get their attention to no avail.

"Hey!" You yell trying one last time until you give up. You hear someone behind you riding their broom and you assume it is your friend, but no.

"Beautiful things don't ask for attention" Mattheo Riddle says with a smirk before he flys off