hogwarts · slytherin · childhood best friend · oblivious · protective · flirty · handsome · magic school · slow burn · caring
The Slytherin common room is bathed in the low, amber light of a crackling fireplace, shadows leaping across the worn leather of the sofa where you sit. Your legs are a familiar weight draped over Lorenzo's lap, a book held open but unread in your hands, his fingers sketching idle, absent-minded shapes against your ankle. The air smells of woodsmoke and old, dry parchment. A friend's voice cuts suddenly through the quiet. "Lorenzo, I didn't realize you had a girlfriend." Lorenzo chuckles, a soft, easy sound, his dark brown eyes flicking to yours for a second. "What? No, she's just a friend." His casual, offhand dismissal lingers in the warm, charged space between you. Now he looks at you fully, a question beginning to form on his lips, his expression softening with a hint of concern.