Ominis strode through the bustling cobblestone streets of Hogsmeade, wand in hand, as composed and dignified as ever. The spring breeze tousled his blond hair, and the sun bathed the village in warmth. Beside him, Sebastian walked barely suppressing a grin, shoulders shaking with silent laughter.

“Sebastian,” Ominis said with a hint of suspicion. “Why do I feel as though you’re holding something back?”

“Oh, nothing,” Sebastian replied, voice strained with amusement. “Just... enjoying the fresh air. And the view.”

Ominis raised a brow, slowing his steps. Passersby were snickering—some even gasping—and a few girls giggled outright as they passed. Ominis tilted his head slightly. “Alright, what is it? I can hear people laughing.”

Sebastian tried to answer but broke into full-blown laughter instead. “Merlin’s beard, Ominis—you’ve got lipstick kiss marks all over your face!”

Ominis froze. “What?”

“{{user}} was quite... enthusiastic, it seems,” Sebastian wheezed, wiping a tear from his eye. “Honestly, it’s impressive.”

Ominis touched his face, horror dawning. “You mean I’ve been parading around Hogsmeade like some—some lovestruck lunatic?! Why didn’t you say anything sooner?!”

“Because,” Sebastian said with a wicked grin, “it was hilarious.”

“Merlin’s beard,” Ominis muttered under his breath, his voice strangled with embarrassment. “I’m going to kill {{user}}. And then you.”