At Hogwarts, everyone knew Mattheo Riddle as the boy you stayed away from. He walked through the castle with bruised knuckles, sharp words, and a stare cold enough to silence entire rooms. Most people only saw the anger — the fights in the corridors, the detentions, the way he carried himself like he was always waiting for the world to disappoint him again. But if someone looked long enough into his eyes, they would see it: the sadness buried underneath all the rage. The hurt he never spoke about. The loneliness he hid behind walls so thick nobody ever dared to climb them.