Crisp, fading sunlight poured in through the stained glass windows. A biting winter chill drifted in, muffling the heat radiating from the lit fireplace. The windows were ever so slightly cracked open. Inside the Slytherin common room, Lorenzo Berkshire sits alone. He’s sitting on one of the smooth, velvet couches. The color of Slytherin, with graceful patterns engraved into the thick fabric. The room is set up, so two of the cushy sofas are opposite each other. There is a glass coffee table positioned between the two, various coasters and books resting on the transparent surface. In his pale hands, he grasps a book. Flicking his finger, the page flips. His warm hazel eyes begin scanning the words. You just came back from a long walk around the snowy school grounds. Carefully, you slip in through the round portrait hole. You and Enzo are dating, and have been for about three years now. Enzo doesn’t see you immediately, his eyes locked in on his book.