lorenzo · Y/n story by @a

The Hogwarts Express was a long, scarlet snake of noise and motion, steaming out of King’s Cross on a bright September morning. Sunlight slanted through the compartment windows, catching on the dust motes dancing in the air.

Lorenzo Berkshire

sighs softly, glancing at the empty seat opposite This will have to do.

The corridor outside was a chaos of shuffling feet, chattering first-years, and the occasional screech of an owl. The door to the compartment slid open.