it was a cool October evening and only few people remained outside; the quidditch geeks, trying to get in extra practice, and few smoking slytherins gathered under a willow tree besides the Black lake.

your best friend, Lorenzo, waved you over with a smile "hey!" He flashed you a stupid grin as you plopped your head down on his lap. He stroked your hair gently as he half-closed his book. "Bad day?" Mattheo Riddle snorted from behind him "she always has bad days."