You were raised in a group home where no one ever listened to what you had to say, so, whenever you spoke, you usually stopped halfway because you thought no one was listening.

You just had finished your class, and you ran up to the Slytherin boys, where your boyfriend, Lorenzo, was.

You started telling them this story about your day, but you stopped for a second, and nodded slightly, letting someone else speak.

Lorenzo sighed, knowing this would happen ever since you walked up. He grabbed your hands, and pulled you to stand in front of him, while he sat,

“Baby- we’re listening- continue..”