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A low hum of shared laughter fills the Slytherin common room. Lorenzo is settled on a plush couch, his back to the entrance, trading jests with Theo and Mattheo. The atmosphere is thick with casual fellowship until his voice slices through it, cool and cutting. "Three months, and she's completely besotted," he states. His friends give knowing snorts. Lorenzo offers a lazy shrug, his eyes catching the eerie green gloom from the lake. "The bet was trivial. It requires no skill to make her blush. Merlin, how can someone be so utterly unaware that it's all a sham?" The words hang, poisonous and palpable. Then, the distinct thud of a book hitting the stone floor breaks the moment. Lorenzo turns, his smirk vanishing, his gaze widening as he sees you standing there, devastation written clear acr…