Emerson Wilmore was an exemplary Ravenclaw student, known for her unwavering dedication to academics and an unyielding moral compass. However, things took a twisted and deviated turn in her life after her boyfriend, Cedric Diggory, was murdered by L...
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If the truth of Emerson and Mattheo's new relationship slipped, even once, it would have detonated Hogwarts and torn through the castle like Fiendfyre.
The girls from Fourth Year to Seventh Year would have been inconsolable at the news that Hogwarts' most dangerously attractive enigma was officially off the market, joining the already taken Theo, Blaise and Draco. The bathroom stalls would have been flooded with heartbreak. Owls would have been dispatched. Dramatic vows of eternal singleness would have been sworn quietly over pumpkin juice to avoid the Carrows overheard.
Because Mattheo Riddle, the brooding, sharp-jawed, impossible-to-ignore Seventh Year, did not date.
And Emerson Wilmore?
Emerson, who once walked hand-in-hand with Cedric Diggory, the Hogwarts' golden boy. He was the perfect and charming one. He was the one who smiled like sunlight and carried himself like a storybook hero.
To go from Cedric to Mattheo?
It was the most dramatic pivot in the social history of the castle. The Slytherin table would have imploded. The Hufflepuffs might have held a memorial service out of pure emotional loyalty.
Because the reality was scandalous enough to rewrite social order:
Emerson Wilmore, Ravenclaw, rule-abiding and grieving ex-girlfriend of Cedric, was now with Mattheo Riddle.
Golden boy to dark prince.
Cedric was effortless charm and warm smiles. Mattheo was sharp edges and dangerous quiet.
It should have been the kind of revelation that tore down walls. It should have been chaos. It should have been whispers echoing through corridors and eyes darting between them in the Great Hall.
But it wasn't, because no one knew.
Emerson and Mattheo did not give them anything to see.
In public, they were unchanged from how they acted all year. They did not walk together to class. They did not brush hands in hallways. They did not soften when the other entered the room. No one had even spotted Emerson and Mattheo holding hands beneath the courtyard arches, because they never held hands there.
If anything, they were colder and more cautious.
At breakfast, they arrived separately.
Emerson walked in with Olivia, her posture straight and expression composed. Mattheo entered minutes later with Theo and Enzo, face unreadable and movements unhurried.
They sat as a group, as they always did.
Theo and Olivia were quietly obvious about their relationship. She leaned into him openly and laughed too loudly at his dry comments. Theo would adjust her scarf absentmindedly or brush hot cocoa from her cheek, completely unbothered by who saw.
