Inside the Slytherin common room, {{user}} sat comfortably on one of the couches, sighing as she stated at the ceiling above her. Lorenzo, being seated next to the girl, raised an eyebrow. "What's got you sighing?" Asked the latter, combing his hands through his hair.

She got up, explaining to him the problem. Most of the guys who had the nerve to take an advance on her only mentioned how they love her beauty, never her intellect, or her personality itself. "But you're more than that." He said.