Look...
I don't start fights.
I finish themWell... except when it comes to Mattheo Riddle.
Yeah. That Mattheo Riddle.
Son of the Dark Lord, walking thundercloud, professional school-wide intimidation device.
Everyone either fears him, worships him, or pretends not to breathe when he walks by.Everyone except me, apparently.I'm Elyse Black - daughter of Sirius Black - which sounds impressive until you realize people here care more about the Riddle name than basic survival instincts.Mattheo and I?
We don't do friendship.
He despises being challenged.
I despise people who think their last name buys them immunity.
Every time we meet, it's either sparks, explosions, or him treating me like I'm background scenery.
Option A: I don't exist.
Option B: I exist... and I'm hilarious enough for him to throw a sarcastic comment my way while the rest of the school thinks he's just... charming.So yes, there's a war.
One-sided? Maybe. Personal? Absolutely.
And my story begins the second I decide that if Mattheo Riddle thinks he can ignore me-or mock me-without consequence...
he's about to learn that sarcasm cuts sharper than any wand.He might not take me seriously now.
But he will.
And oh... he'll hate every second of it.Harry Potter and its characters belong to J.K. Rowling. I own nothing except my original characters and plot. No profit intended.

Eleonora Blackwhite is a princess bound by duty — to her crown, to her lineage, to the future she never chose. In a palace of masks and measured words, even her heart must obey.But one evening in a forgotten garden, she meets a man unlike any other. He says little. Reveals less. And yet, in his silence, she finds a strange kind of honesty.Their worlds were never meant to touch. He is a mystery the court ignores. She is a name the kingdom watches too closely. And still, something between them begins to take root — slow, delicate, impossible.In the safety of shadows, letters become their only truth.Words they never dare speak aloud. Feelings they cannot claim in daylight.But secrets have weight. And love, no matter how quiet, can leave echoes long after it’s gone.