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THE SLYTHERIN COMMON ROOM was unusually cozy that evening, a fire crackling in the grand hearth, casting flickering shadows across the stone walls. the usual crowd of students had dispersed for the night, leaving the infamous group of slytherin boys and their "princess" to claim the room for themselves. the "princess" was none other than the only girl of the group, yn yln, and what started as a funny joke between the group was now a matter of a fact in all hogwarts, and people actually seemed to refer to her as the slytherin princess.
yn had always been at home in this environment, surrounded by her closest friends: mattheo riddle, the dark and brooding son of the dark lord, theodore nott, the quiet and calculating genius, lorenzo berkshire, the charming and easygoing joker, blaise zabini, the smooth talking strategist, and draco malfoy, the sharp tongued leader. together, they were a force to be reckoned with, feared by many, admired by some, and envied by most.
yn had always been more than just a friend to them. she was their anchor, their voice of reason, the one who kept them grounded when their tempers flared or their ambitions threatened to consume them. but among them, it was mattheo who held a special place in her heart, a place she guarded fiercely, even as her feelings for him grew more complicated with each passing day.
tonight, the group had decided to relax, their usual sharp edges softened by the warmth of the fire and the comfort of each other's company. they lounged on the plush leather sofas, sipping on firewhisky and exchanging stories from the day. you sat cross legged on the floor, leaning against lorenzo's legs as he sprawled out on the couch above you.
lorenzo, with his tousled brown hair and mischievous grin, had always been the most playful of the group. he was the one who could make you laugh even in the darkest of times, and tonight was no different.
"yn, love, i've been thinking," lorenzo began, his voice playful, "my hair could use a bit of attention. how about some braids? you know, something to make me look even more dashing than usual."
you rolled your eyes, but you couldn't help the smile that tugged at your lips. "lorenzo, you know you're already insufferably handsome. braids would just be overkill."
he grinned down at you, his brown eyes twinkling with mischief. "exactly. so, what do you say? will you work your magic on me?"
you sighed, but it was a dramatic, exaggerated sigh that made lorenzo chuckle. "fine, fine. sit up straight, and let me see what i can do."
lorenzo obediently shifted into a sitting position, his back to you as you reached up to gather his hair into sections. as you began to braid, the room fell into a comfortable silence, the crackling fire the only sound that filled the space.
