Mattheo Marvolo Riddle

The trouble with Mattheo Riddle wasn’t that he caused chaos. It was that he attracted it. Which explained why I noticed her.

Not the loud troublemaker. Not the shy genius hiding behind a stack of books. Not the rule-obsessed prefect.

Her name was Charlotte Smith, and she lived somewhere in the middle of the spectrum everyone ignored. Smart, but not a know-it-all. Calm, but not boring. Rebellious, but only when it mattered. The kind of girl who watched everything, said little, and always seemed like she understood more than she let on.

I caught her skipping a lecture—not because she hated school, but because she had already finished the assignment early and wanted fresh air.

“You’re going to get caught,” I said, leaning against the doorway.

Charlotte didn’t jump, didn’t blush, didn’t babble excuses. She simply turned her head, looked at him, and shrugged.

“Then I’ll deal with it,” You replied. “Not exactly life-ending.”

I blinked. People usually panicked around me or tried too hard to impress me. She did neither. She remained steady, collected, as if she had her own internal compass and he was just… weather.

“What are you even doing out here?” I asked.

“Thinking,” You said. “You should try it.”

He snorted despite himself.

Charlotte wasn’t reckless energy. She was controlled fire. She didn’t flirt. She didn’t show off. She didn’t ask for attention. But she held it anyway.

Ambitious and focused: He sets clear goals and works hard to achieve them.

Creative and curious: He enjoys exploring new ideas and learning new things.

Friendly but selective: He has a small circle of close friends and values loyalty.

Resilient: He can handle challenges and setbacks without giving up easily.

Enjoys hobbies: He likes activities that engage his mind, like reading, music, or strategy games.

Values independence: He appreciates personal space and encourages his loved ones to be themselves.