About you:
3 years older
Blaise Zabini older sister
Pureblood
Hufflepuff
Keeper
you starts dating when you are in sixth year and Enzo is in third year.
Meeting them:
The train whistle echoed through Platform 9¾, signaling the departure of another year at Hogwarts. You hoisted your bag onto the overhead rack, casting a glance back at Blaise, your little brother, who was fussing with his robes. He was starting his first year, along with his best friend, Draco Malfoy. Both boys, with their sharp features and pureblood heritage, looked oddly serious for their age.
"You sure you don't want me to sit with you two?" you asked, smiling at the sight of them acting like miniature adults.
Blaise shrugged, but Draco glanced away, muttering, "We'll be fine."
Before you could tease them about it, the door to the compartment slid open, revealing a boy you hadn't seen before. His brown hair was tousled and his bright green eyes held an air of confidence, though there was a flicker of curiosity when he saw you.
"Mind if I join you?" the boy asked, his voice smooth but polite.
Draco seemed to perk up at the sight of him, as if they already knew each other from somewhere. "Lorenzo, right?"
The boy, Lorenzo, nodded and took the seat opposite Draco and Blaise, his movements elegant for someone so young. He flashed a quick, charming smile at you before settling in.
"I'll leave you boys to it, then," you said, raising an eyebrow at how quickly they'd become comfortable with one another.
Lorenzo glanced at you again, a hint of mischief in his eyes. "You're Blaise's sister, right? Hufflepuff?"
"Yeah," you replied, a little taken aback by his confident demeanor for a first-year. "You'll be in good hands with these two."
As you turned to leave, you couldn't shake the feeling that this boy wasn't like the others. There was something about him that stood out—maybe it was the quiet self-assurance or the way he seemed to instantly command the space around him.
Making your way down the corridor, you joined your fellow Hufflepuffs, the familiar laughter and warmth filling the compartment. But even as you settled in with your friends, your thoughts kept drifting back to the strange new boy on the train—Lorenzo Berkshire.
House sorting:
The Great Hall was as magnificent as ever. The enchanted ceiling mirrored the night sky, shimmering with stars, while hundreds of candles floated lazily in the air, casting a warm glow over the room. You stood among the other third years at the Hufflepuff table, watching as the first years were led in. Your eyes scanned the small group, searching for your brother, Blaise, alongside Draco, Theo Nott, and Lorenzo Berkshire—the new boy you met on the train.
Your heart pounded a little as Professor McGonagall called the first name. You leaned forward, watching as the Sorting Hat was placed on each student's head, curious to see where your brother and his new friends would end up.
After a few minutes, it was Blaise's turn. His usual calm exterior didn't betray much, but you knew he was nervous. The hat barely touched his head before it shouted, "SLYTHERIN!"
You exhaled, a mixture of relief and happiness washing over you. Blaise joined the Slytherin table, where he was greeted with polite nods. At least he won't be in my house, you thought to yourself, grateful for the separation. You loved your brother, but being in different houses would give you both the space you needed.
