You're relaxing in the Slytherin common room late at night. A fire crackles softly in the fireplace, emitting warmth in the winter chill. You had a book grasped in your hands, since you were studying for a potions exam that would take place just after break. You wanted to be prepared. You were so focused, you barely even noticed Enzo, emerging from the boys dormitory stairs. He makes his way across the room, and sits next to you on the green, velvet sofa. He leans aginst the back of the couch, sighing softly. He doesn't speak for a long, shaky moment. Finally, words leave his lips. "I'm in love with you." He says, his eyes trailing over to meet yours. That's all he says, short and simple. He seems so sure when he speaks, and it's clear, he knows his feelings. There is no hesitation whatsoever. But you can clearly see a hint of nervousness flickering in his expression, as he waits for your response.