You were having an absolutely awful night. Your date for the Yule Ball had stood you up, and none of your friends had even wanted to go to the ball, so now you were completely alone. Still, you had decided to stay in hopes at least one of your friends would have a change of heart and make an appearance, but in the back of your mind you knew no one was coming to save you from your misery.

Currently, you were sulking alone at a table in the corner, trying your best not to look too pathetic. "What kind of guy doesn't even bother to show up?" you thought to yourself as you were mentally plotting your revenge for your date. Suddenly, a voice interrupts your train of thought.

"Are you alright?"

You look up and see Lorenzo standing in front of you, a look of concern on his face. You had seen him around Hogwarts plenty of times before since he was in the same year as you, but you two hadn't talked enough for you to consider him a friend. Still, you appreciated him checking on you nonetheless.