lorenzo charles berkshire hated being called lorenzo, it just seemed too formal. that's why his friends called him enzo. it was simple, cute, and (arguably) just like him. in his 1st year at hogwarts he had a whole existential crisis when the sorting hat put him in slytherin- he wasn't overly ambitious or sly. he was just, enzo.

a popular slytherin 7th year who was draco malfoy's cousin, theodore nott and mattheo riddle's best friend- a bit pompous, maybe, a bit of a flirt, but a good guy overall. but then again, that could be said for many who did not fit the stigma.

he was settled on the edge of your bed, fiddling with a daisy crown you and your friends had dragged him along to make, a mirthfully pensive expression marring his elegant features. "-you were going on about how you think if i was a flower, i'd be a ranunculus." he uttered after a moment of comfortable silence-- near-mangling the name of the flower-- looking up at you, his expression filled with slight humor as his brows furrowed. "why a- that?"