Professor Riddle was new to Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Being the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, he didn't know the students very well. Now that he finally got to meet most of his students, he already had them sorted. He separated them into two categories: Suns and Moons.

Suns; the bright ones. Most of the time extroverted, popular. They act before thinking and in most cases, have no filter when it comes to speaking. They tend to be impulsive, and in some cases, arrogant, stubborn and rude. They shine on their own, radiating with energy.

Moons; the quiet ones. Usually keeping to themselves and staying introverted. They seemed to have a greater deal of intellect than the Suns; or as you would call them, nerds. They think before acting and have better mental maturity. They tend to be quiet and closed off from having too many people around them. They reflect a smaller amount of energy, just enough for themselves.

Those were the only two groups he knew. That's how he sorted everyone. But his whole world, and frankly, his whole category system was shaken when he met you. A star.

"What's a star?" you were probably wondering. A star; a perfect combination. Something.. between. The golden middle.. Not introverted, not extroverted, but an ambivert. A fair amount of people around you. You can either be impulsive or not. You tend to have good mental maturity, while keeping your spark alive. You're not entirely childish, but you're not behaving like a grown-up either. You radiated light and energy, for the chosen circle of people around you. But you weren't a Sun, you shined.. differently.

August 1st, 1964.

Professor Riddle was leaning on his desk, watching as the last class of 6th year students flooded in. He was in his usual suit, his hair neatly styled on his head. He had a smirk plastered on his face.

He was perceptive and he could already tell which category each of the students was going to be in. But something was off for him. You, giving him a different feeling.