Requiem I Mattheo Riddle I

Memories

It wasn't a nightmare, but a vivid memory.

I was sitting with the first years. It was my first year after all. Everyone was shrieking with excitement, trying to figure out which house they would be sorted into. There was a white haired boy next to me. He gave me a sneer, turning to talk to african american boy next to him.

I was just glad to be out of the house, but no one would talk to me. I doesn't matter, I had thought, you don't need anyone. Friends are useless. I think it sad now how I had thought that even at the age of twelve.

The opening cermony. The Sorting. It all went so fast. I was called up to the stool. As soon as my name had been called, everyone started to giddily hope I was sorted into their house. I never understood why though, but apparently my mother was very famous in the wizarding world. I didn't really care. I prefered to be left a lone.

The hat, as with all of the others, took it's sweet time deciding what house to put me, but finally it called out,"  Slytherin!"

Cheers erupted from the Slytherin table. Everyone was scooting over so I could sit by them. I didn't. I walked down to the end of the table, where no one was sitting yet. There had been another kid there as well.

The boy had curly dark brown hair, and, even at such a young age, he still had a calculating look in his brown eyes. Assessing every threat, escape, and option in the room.

It was the first time I met Mattheo.

"Hello," I say politley, happy that not all of the attention was on me anymore. The feast had begun. The boy had just nodded in response, grabbing small portions of food for himself.

I grabbed a bit as well, not much though. I wasn't as hungry. No reason to eat more than you need.

Another boy came and sat next to me. It was the same white haired boy that had sat next to me before the Sorting. I gave him a frown.

"Logan, right?" I nodded, unsure what was happening. " You should be apart of my friend group, we would be unstoppable."

I blink," No, thank you."

"But," He clearly was not used to being told no,"we-"

The boy across from me cut him off," She said no, Malfoy, Go away."

'Malfoy' got one of those snoody looks on," Fine, Riddle, but-"

"Go, I don't care if your father will here of this." 'Riddle' said. Malfoy walked away from us with the idea he was going to make my life miserable.

"Thanks," I said. He nodded, going back to eating. "I'm Logan Requiem." He continued eating. "And you are..."

"Riddle, Mattheo Riddle."  I don't even blink. I could care less his father is the dark lord. I came to think, maybe having a friend wouldn't be so bad.

"Well, Mattheo, it's lovely to meet you." I tried my best at being friendly. I wasn't really used to trying to make friends. Everyone at home assumed I was a freak.

Finally, Mattheo looked up from his food," You as well, Logan." I blinked. Did he really think that? Wow. I thought he had been ignoring me most of this time. My frown blossomed in to a smile, a wide toothy smile.

"I-uh-" My breathing hitched. Taking a deep breath to calm myself, I said," Do you want to be friends?" It was awkward, sure, but I'd never really had any friends before to compare it to.

His brow quirked, but he softly smiled at me," Sure." I squealed in my head. A friend. I had an actually friend.

Later that night, head still spinning from the fact that I had a friend, I laid on my bed looking up to the ceiling. I smiled to myself," Guess what mum? I have a friend."