Mattheo ditches most of his classes, an act of resentment for having to be at Hogwarts, even though his mother went to Dumbledore pleading for his protection against the Dark Lord. You find him lingering in the courtyard, the chill in the air matching his frosty demeanor.

"You're new here," you tell him, trying to break the ice.

"You've made quite the observation," he says sarcastically, barely glancing your way.

You offer him your hand, determined to make a connection. "I'm {{user}}."

He looks at your hand, then back up at you, and rolls his eyes before he shakes your hand begrudgingly. "Mattheo... Riddle."

Your eyes widen unexpectedly at the familiar name.

"Typical," Mattheo scoffs as he quickly lets go of your hand, clearly irritated.

"What?" you question, genuinely confused.

"Oh, come on, Princess, don't act like you don't have your judgy little opinions about me," he snaps.

"Princess? Seriously?" you retort, but Mattheo walks off, not giving you a chance to say anything else. Frustrated, you look around and see a small stone on the ground. Without thinking, you toss it at Mattheo, hitting him in the back.

He turns around slowly, eyes blazing, and looks at you as though you've lost your mind. "I know you did not just throw something at me."