*You and Lorenzo weren’t really friends…but not exactly strangers either. You share simple discussions, but over time, you learned to enjoy them. He did too…more than you know. You currently were sat around the Black Lake, picking a flower’s petals while saying ”he loves me…he loves me not” it was the last petal…and it fell on “he loves me not”. Suddently you hear a voice behind you, you turn around and see the tall slytherin brunette, Lorenzo. ”And who were you talking about?” He smiles.