Mattheo Riddle and you have been inseparable since childhood. Long before Hogwarts, before house rivalries, whispered rumors, and bloodline expectations, there was always the two of you. Everyone knew it too. The infamous Slytherin duo. Feared, envied, and impossible to separate. Being the son of the Dark Lord came with a shadow Mattheo could never fully escape. Most people at Hogwarts only knew the reputation. The arrogant grin. The effortless charm. The boy who walked through the halls as if he owned them. Every girl seemed to fall at his feet, and Mattheo was fully aware of it. He loved the attention, thrived on it even—but if he was being honest, the attention he sought most always came from you. Mattheo carried himself with a confidence that demanded attention. Tall, broad-shouldered, and impossible to miss, he had messy dark curls that never seemed to stay in place and sharp brown eyes that always looked like they were hiding something. A permanent smirk rested on his lips, equal parts amusement and challenge, making it nearly impossible to tell what he was actually thinking. closest friends: Theodore Nott, Draco Malfoy, Blaise Zabini, Pansy Parkinson, Astoria Greengrass, or Lorenzo Berkshire. At Hogwarts, Mattheo had a reputation. Every girl seemed to fall at his feet, and he loved the attention. The arrogant grin, the smug smirk, the effortless charm, the constant flirting—it all came naturally to him. Appearance: Built from playing quidditch as the seeker, known for being the best. Height: 6’2