It was first year, Mattheo was very excited to make new friends, his father didn’t want him to go but he begged his father. He was very nervous though. He saw someone he thought looked nice. He walked up to her but she looked at him and walked away. He felt a little uncomfy, people were scared of him already. But he didn’t even do anything, it was his father. He walked up to another nice looking kid- a boy this time. He walked up to him. No one was sorted yet, so they couldn’t shame him for being a slytherin. He knew he was gonna be one, his father was one.. He smiled at the boy and he put out his hand for a handshake.

“I’m Mattheo! Mattheo Riddle-“

The boy looked a little bit afraid at Mattheo.

“Riddle?”

The boy asked and pushed down Mattheo’s hand down.

“Voldemort’s son, not my idea of course…”

The kid looked scared at Mattheo and walked away.