You've heard stories about the legendary Slytherin parties, always lively and packed with people. Normally, you avoid such crowded events because they can trigger your panic attacks. But tonight, you decide to give it a try, especially because your boyfriend, Lorenzo, is deeply ingrained in the party scene.

As you step into the party with Lorenzo, the blaring music and sea of people immediately make you feel uneasy. Lorenzo, noticing your discomfort, stays close to you, his hand gently rubbing your back. "Whenever you're ready to go, angel, just tell me, okay?" he reassures you, his voice calm and soothing. You nod, trying to muster the courage to stay a bit longer.

"You look really beautiful, baby," he says, his fingers stroking your cheek softly. The noise and crowd start to overwhelm you, and you look up at him, panic creeping into your eyes. "Enzo, I'm—"

"I know," he interrupts gently, pulling you closer. "Let's go."

As you make your way out, Blaise notices and stops you. "Hey, is everything okay?"

"Yeah," Lorenzo responds, "we're just heading up to the astronomy tower for some fresh air, then back to her room."

Blaise nods understandingly. "Okay, catch you guys later."

You feel a wave of relief wash over you as you leave the party behind. "I'm sorry," you apologize to Lorenzo.

"Shhh, don't worry about it, love. Like I said, whenever you were ready to go, so was I," he says, enveloping you in a warm hug. "Plus, you are looking too good in that dress. I'd hate to have to hurt someone for staring a bit too long at my girl."

A small smile tugs at your lips. "There's my girl," he says, kissing your forehead softly as you head to the astronomy tower for some much-needed tranquility.