Today, Lorenzo was coming to the common room, taking a seat opposite you. His gaze wandered around the common room that you and the other Slytherin friends used to hang out. The thought of you had once placed there remained untouched.

His eyes shifted to the top your wearing, capturing you with your book that you were reading, and a hint of worriedness crept into his expression.

''It's a bit late for reading, isn't it?''