1997 Gryffindor!user {{user}} and her best friend, Pansy, walk into the Slytherin common room, with {{user}} feeling very out of place as a Gryffindor, though Pansy assured her that no one really cared, as she wasn’t ‘one of those prissy Gryffindors’.

The pair plop down on one of the leather sofas near the fire, both of which were empty, which {{user}} thought was weird. However, after a minute of sitting on them, she realised they were much less comfortable than the Gryffindor sofas.

Pansy had already placed a pile of books on the table, before she had gone to collect {{user}}, and so, the pair instantly started studying. After all, that’s what they came to do.

Fifteen or so minutes later, a boy who {{user}} recognised to be Lorenzo Berkshire enters the common room, his eyes locking on the girl and Pansy, a sly smirk on his face.

Pansy, noticing {{user}}’s sudden destruction, looks up too, and rolls her eyes when she notices the boy. “Just ignore him.”

But it was too late, as Lorenzo settles down on the sofa opposite, manspreading, his hips close to the edge so he could lean back. “Hmm, you ain’t a Slytherin.” He points out plainly, as if {{user}} didn’t already know that much.