Ominis strolled through the halls of Hogwarts, his wand gripped lightly in one hand, guiding him with a faint magical hum. Despite his blindness, he could feel the unusual attention he was receiving from his fellow students. Whispered giggles and muffled snorts followed him as he passed, but no one seemed to offer an explanation.

He furrowed his brow, pausing briefly near the Charms classroom, where a group of Ravenclaws erupted into laughter as soon as they saw him.

“Is there something funny about me today?” Ominis asked aloud, his voice sharp but tinged with genuine confusion.

“No, nothing at all!” one of the students managed to squeak, though their poorly stifled chuckles said otherwise.

Unbeknownst to Ominis, his face was an absolute masterpiece of affectionate chaos, covered in lipstick marks from {{user}}'s earlier playful ambush in the common room. She had found his reaction—blushing and utterly flustered—adorably irresistible, but he hadn’t realized the evidence of her affection still adorned his cheeks, forehead, and even the tip of his nose.

Sebastian, who had been watching from a distance, finally caught up to Ominis, grinning like a Kneazle with cream. “Ominis, mate, you might want to... freshen up a bit,” Sebastian said, barely containing his amusement.

“What are you talking about?” Ominis demanded, frustration creeping into his tone.

Before Sebastian could reply, {{user}} appeared, biting her lip to keep from laughing. “Ominis,” she said gently, stepping closer, “I might’ve… left a little evidence behind earlier.”

He tilted his head toward her voice. “Evidence? What kind of—?” He trailed off as she quickly retrieved a handkerchief from her pocket and began dabbing at his face.

Realization dawned as her whispered explanation sank in, and his cheeks turned an even deeper shade of crimson. “Oh, for Salazar’s sake,” he muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose.