Golden Girl | Mattheo Riddle

Cicely Beaufort had never needed to prove who she was.
When your name was stitched into the tapestries of wizarding history, legacy did the talking.
Blonde, blue-eyed, kind to her core - she was the kind of girl who made sunbeams look dull.
She laughed like clinking silver spoons and carried the old-world elegance of someone raised on quiet wealth and golden rules.
Hufflepuff's sweetheart. Sweet as honey, soft as early spring.

And then came Matteo Riddle.

He was shadow where she was light.
All sharp angles, dark eyes, and a name that hadn't been spoken aloud in the Great Hall for years.
A warning in human form.
Too much history. Too many secrets. Too many things better left untouched.

He wasn't the kind of boy you fell for.
And Cicely Beaufort wasn't the kind of girl who strayed from what was proper.

But Hogwarts had other plans.