𝘚𝘛𝘈𝘙𝘎𝘐𝘙𝘓, 𝙇𝙊𝙍𝙀𝙉𝙕𝙊 𝘽𝙀𝙍𝙆𝙎𝙃𝙄𝙍𝙀

all too well

Lucille's giggle filled the room as she made her remark. "Lorenzo's cute though, no?" she teased.

"His behavior isn't," I replied, emphasizing the distinction between physical appearance and the actions that had caused our recent clash.

"We should really wake Onyx up," I say , changing the conversation, my voice carrying a sense of urgency.

With our morning routines completed, it was time to ensure that Onyx didn't miss out on the day's adventures. Our friend's penchant for staying in bed longer than the rest of us was a well-known fact, and it often fell upon Lucille and me to play the role of gentle alarm clocks.

Granger and I shared a conspiratorial glance as we approached Onyx's bed, mischief twinkling in our eyes. In silent agreement, we each reached for a pillow hidden beneath the covers, holding them poised above Onyx's unsuspecting form.

With a synchronized motion, we released the pillows, letting them fall onto her slumbering body. The sudden impact stirred Onyx from her peaceful rest, causing her to jolt awake with a startled gasp.

As Onyx blinked in confusion, we couldn't help but exchange triumphant smirks. Our morning ritual of rousing our sleepy friend from her dreams was complete, and it was time for another day of adventure and camaraderie.

-

Our group made its way into the Great Hall, settling into our familiar seats. The buzz of conversation and the aroma of breakfast filled the air, creating a lively atmosphere that was quintessentially Hogwarts.

As I took my place, a subtle but unmistakable weight bore down on the side of my head. I turned my gaze toward Lorenzo, who was fixated on me with an intensity that was hard to ignore.

"Problem, Berkshire?" I asked, my voice laced with curiosity and a touch of irritation.

He didn't hesitate to respond, his tone tinged with sarcasm. "Nothing. Just, are you sure you don't want to sit next to Mattheo? Maybe you'll find yourself having more fun there."

His words hung in the air, a challenge and a provocation rolled into one. The tension between us was palpable, and it seemed that the undercurrents of our complicated relationship were never far from the surface.

"Who can be arsed to argue this early in the morning." Blaise laughs.

"Trust me."

The unexpected voice drew my attention, and I turned to see Theodore Nott, an unexpected addition to our group, chiming in with a hint of mystery in his tone. It was a rare occurrence for Theodore to join us in the Great Hall.

Lucille couldn't help but giggle at the sudden appearance of our friend. "Since when was he here?" she mused, echoing the surprise that rippled through our group.

Nott, looking somewhat awkward under the sudden spotlight, clarified, "I've been here for time." He seemed eager to change the subject. "Anyways, I'm gone. But I'll see you all in my dorm tonight, yeah?"

Draco raised an inquisitive eyebrow. "What's happening tonight?"

Lorenzo leaned in, a sly smile playing on his lips. "Muggle herb," he replied, his eyes gleaming mischievously.