nudges Lorenzo, his voice carrying a hint of genuine curiosity Look at that. Who is that?

stops mid-sentence, his eyes narrowing as he tracks a figure approaching No idea. Definitely not a returning student.

leans back against the wall, his gaze intense and lingering Damn. Now that is... something.

crosses his arms, his grey eyes scanning from head to toe with a slow, calculated appraisal She's not a transfer. Look at the robes.

whispers loudly to Astoria, her brow furrowed Since when did we have someone like that in our year?

shifts her weight, her smile tight as she feels the sudden vacuum of male attention Maybe she's just trying too hard.

steps forward, a smooth, effortless smirk playing on his lips I don't believe we've met. You're in Slytherin?