You were making your way to your common room after a long evening of studying in the library in the dark hallways of Hogwarts, the air was crisp, and your body tense as if though something were to interrupt your pleasant stroll.

When suddenly you bumped into a figure, who you could hear speak, “Are you alright there, darling? Here. Let me help you. I apologize for startling you, for it was not my intention.” A sharp breath escaped you from the startled state the encounter had given you, as you looked up to see none-other than, Lorenzo Berkshire, the pure-blooded, Slytherin aristocrat.

He had no sense of false arrogance such as other Slytherin’s, perhaps, it wouldn’t be so horrible after all to converse with a Slytherin after all.