Her four closest best friend's, only friends.
Theodore, Draco, Tom, Mattheo.
A group that allows no one to come into their circle, no one dares to, they know better.
And Morana, the best friend's precious darling, only theirs. The person that keeps...
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September 2nd 1995. __
Therest of their classes blew by fast fairly quickly. The rest of the classes they had were separate. Which made the boys, very mad. I guess you could say they have went to Dumbledore quite a bit. But, honestly they've been nagging Dumbledore about it everyday.
Even before this year. And this is there last year. And they wanted to be in all the classes with Morana. But only giving them one? Now that had them angered.
All of them.
It made everyone they passed by in the corridors cower. And only because they looked absolutely fumed, whilst walking down. Even the other Slytherin's cowered.
Morana pushed her dark green, white, bronzed, colored bag over shoulder. After just walking out of class. Her last class for the day.
The bag was a gift from Draco for her fourteenth birthday. She kept it since. She always kept the things they gifted her.
And, on the edge of the bottom bag was her initials. M.E.L.
Morana Eve Lunette.
And just as she was about to take a turn in the corridor to get to the window, the window she reads at. Where Tom joins her. There, it was quiet, and there only the two joined each other. It was there place.
It was a long window, with seats at the bottom. It was perfect. It was theirs.
But, then. She gets tugged back by her elbow. A long fingered hand spinning her around gently.
Lorenzo Berkshire. That's whose eyes she meets. And his sparkle with kindness. He was always a shy boy. And with Morana, the shyness escalated.
A lot.
It was to the point where he was blushing every time she spoke. A rosy color to his cheeks, it was quite noticeable. And Morana noticed it every time.
She just never said anything. She wouldn't. He was too pure of a boy.
Her grey eyes met with his coffee, brown colored ones. And he gave her tipped soft smile.
He shifted back slightly, whilst letting his hand drop from her elbow. "Uhm. I was wondering if you could study with me sometime? I know you're very, very, good in Snape's class. And I happen to be failing his class. It would really help me—"
She gave him a little smile. Cutting his ramble off with a small quirk of her dark eyebrow. "Enzo. No worries. I'm happy to help you." She cooed.
