The common room was empty tonight, a party going on at the Gryffindor common room. These were the best nights to read on the soft couches in the common room.

Yes, the Slytherin common room was cold most of the time, but you sat yourself down close to the fireplace. It was the most popular spot, but empty tonight.

It was easy to lose track of time, emerged in your book, you didn’t even notice someone entering the common room. It was when he flopped down next to you, that you averted your gaze from the words on your page: Lorenzo Berkshire.

“What are you reading?” He looked over your shoulder, a bit too close. He had that smirk on his face, he knew what he was doing.