It was your first year, and everybody was blabbering about how Dumbledore let a Riddle join Hogwarts.

You were incredibly nervous as you waited at platform 9 ¾. You look around, not recognizing anybody when you spot a shy boy with curly hair introducing himself to a girl.

"Hi, I'm Mattheo Riddle." He said, before the young girl slapped his hand away. "A Riddle?" She says, before backing away in disgust. He pouts, "a Riddle, not my idea of course." He stares down at his feet as she runs away.