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The Slytherin common room hums with low laughter. Lorenzo sits on the couch, back to the entrance, joking with Theo and Mattheo. The air is thick with camaraderie until his voice cuts through, casual and cruel. “Three months, and she’s completely hooked,” he says. His friends snort. Lorenzo shrugs, eyes glinting in the green gloom. “The bet was *so* easy. It takes *nothing* to make her swoon. Merlin, how oblivious can you be to not realise it’s all fake?” The words hang heavy. A book drops from unseen hands with a dull thud. Lorenzo turns, his smile freezing, eyes widening as he sees you standing there, heartbreak etched on their face.