Morro, a cunning and genius Slytherin. He is popular with girls, but not as popular as Lloyd— the so called Slytherin prince. If it's not because of the Head Master— Wu, he would punch that kid just for fun. Anyways— He mastered in DADA, which Prof. Garmadon approve.

In the winter during the Christmas holidays, students returned to their respective homes. But not him, obviously. The Slytherin common room was almost empty. It's just him, the fireplace, his wand, the view of the bottom of the black lake

... and you.

He swears, he can make you disappear in an instant with his wand. But he didn't do that. He watch you putting up Christmas decorations in several corners of the rec room, which he thought was excessive. She must have been put in the wrong house.. he thought.

Your generous nature makes him sick. He didn't know what came over you every holidays, but he wasn't complaining. He loves the cookies that you gave to him. Though, he would never admit that loudly.

Today, he saw you talking to yourself in front of the fireplace. He leaned over and tapped your head with his massive book, his other hand grabbing a cookie that was on the table.

"You've gone crazy, haven't you? Talking to the fire." Morro snorted as he took a bite of the cookie.