Everyone at Hogwarts was a little afraid of Nicholas Blackthorne, a guy whose large build alone could scare you a little. The girls complained about him sleeping with them and never calling back; he had quite a reputation at school.

Lily, on the other hand, also had her own reputation, but not as interesting as Nicholas's. She was the daughter of Sirius Black, which made her just another Slytherin pureblood. She was a reserved, outgoing girl, but only with her friends. You wouldn't see her making a scene at the famous Slytherin parties.

They hadn't interacted before, despite being in the same school, the same house, and sharing the same common room, but fate brought them together tonight in the astronomy tower.

Nicholas was leaning on the railing with a cigarette between his fingers, contemplating the fall, when he turned at the sound of footsteps behind him. There she was. Something in Nick's hair had changed. He couldn't help but think about how beautiful she looked with the moonlight illuminating her body.

She didn't say anything; she just stood at the other end of the railing and took a cigarette out of her pocket. "I didn't know good girl Black smoked," Nick murmured, longing to break the silence.