For as long as she could remember, Esmeralda Grisky and Lorenzo Berkshire had been inseparable best friends. But in their sixth year at Hogwarts, something shifted between them, drawing them closer than ever. Esmeralda begins to realize that her fee...
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"IF LOOKS COULD KILL, I WOULDN'T WANT TO BE THE ONE WHO MADE YOU THIS MAD."
Esmie glanced over her shoulder, catching Enzo's amused smirk as he wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her close. He kissed her cheek gently, and despite her sour mood, a small smile tugged at the corners of her lips. Ever since her argument with Harry and Ron, Esmie had been on edge, keeping to herself and avoiding her usual group. The tension had started to wear her down, and when she received an invitation to Slughorn's dinner, it only made things worse. The thought of sitting through an evening with Harry, Hermione, and Slughorn himself made her stomach twist in knots.
"I really don't want to go to this dinner tonight," she muttered under her breath, resting her head against Enzo's shoulder for a moment.
Enzo raised an eyebrow, his voice gentle but teasing. "I thought you decided to skip it?"
"I was going to, but then I figured I should at least make an appearance," she sighed, pushing her hair out of her face. "I just wish you were invited."
He chuckled softly, hugging her tighter. "Believe me, I wish I were, but apparently, I'm not Slughorn's type. No invite for me." His voice was light, but she could tell he didn't like the idea of her going alone.
Esmie sighed and pulled back to meet his gaze, her eyes full of frustration. "I know it's silly, but I just don't feel like dealing with it. Harry, Hermione... the whole thing feels like too much right now."
Enzo's expression softened as he kissed the top of her head. "I get it. You don't have to go if you don't want to. It's okay to skip these things sometimes."
She nodded, though her mind still weighed heavily with the decision. After one last quick hug, she said goodbye and made her way back to her usual spot at the Gryffindor table. The moment she sat down, the conversations around her died down, and she rolled her eyes, feeling the awkwardness hang in the air.
Maddison bounced over to the table, her bright voice cutting through the silence. "Hi!" she smiled, sitting down next to Harry, her enthusiasm standing in sharp contrast to the tense atmosphere.
