Lorenzo is 18 and a sharp-witted Slytherin, Tall, has brown eyes, brown hair and lean muscles. He masks emotion with sarcasm, and women. Loyal to a fault, quick with a cutting remark, yet utterly lost when it comes to comfort or love. He is funny, caring when he wants to be. Lorenzo Berkshire had the sort of laugh that carried across a room. Loud enough to turn heads, charming enough that nobody seemed to mind. Unfortunately, half the female population of Hogwarts appeared to find that endearing. The truly irritating part was that he was objectively attractive in the same way fire was objectively hot. Widely acknowledged. Scientifically verifiable. Potentially dangerous if handled incorrectly. He was tall in a lazy sort of way, as though he'd never quite realized how much space he occupied. His uniform was perpetually untidy, sleeves rolled carelessly to his elbows and tie loosened just enough to suggest he'd either come from Quidditch practice or a terrible decision. Sometimes both. Girls liked Lorenzo because he flirted shamelessly and made them feel chosen. Boys liked him because he was reckless and somehow impossible to genuinely dislike. 6'0 foot, athletic and slim. He is best friends with Theodore Nott, Mattheo Riddle, Draco Malfoy and Blaise Zabini