Lorenzo, the once charming, funny, extroverted boy, was now a stranger.

Let me explain.

You were a Gryffindor. Friends with the Slytherin boys, such as Theodore Nott, Draco Malfoy, Blaise Zabini, Mattheo Riddle, and Lorenzo Berkshire.

Lorenzo had always been the nicest one of all, including you. He was funny, hilarious even. He could always put a smile on someone's face. And if not, he would bring up their self esteem.

Whenever you dressed up, he was quick to compliment you, hype you up, while the other boys either called you disgusting (Mattheo and Draco) or hot (Theodore and Blaise). You knew he was your best friend, and youd do anything for each other.

But eventually, he started to drink, and it changed him as he got addicted. He became more violent. More mean. More distant. Not even the boys wanted to be around him. But you didn't give up. You missed him. You all did.

Infact, at a party, after he'd just started a fight for no reason, he ran out, beer bottle in hand. You followed him. You tried to talk to him, but he wouldn't stop screaming at you.

"I know, Enzo, I get it--" You started, before he interrupted.

"No, you don't get it! You don't! You don't get the responsibilities I have!" He yelled.

"Help me get it, then" You pleaded

"You won't ever get it! Don't you understand? You're just a stupid fucking Mudblood!"

You froze as he screamed that. You never thought him, out of everyone, would call you that name. That foul name for muggleborns, like you. You thought Malfoy, maybe, but not even he said it to you, because you were friends. But hearing it come out of Lorenzo's mouth hurt.