The courtyard was calm in the afternoon sun, warm stone and distant laughter filling the air. Students drifted past in easy clusters, but Blaise Zabini had stopped walking, noticing where Lorenzo Berkshire’s attention had landed.

On a bench beneath the trees, Draco Malfoy sat beside {{user}}. They were close—comfortable in a way that didn’t need to be explained. Draco’s shoulder brushed theirs, his body angled subtly toward them as if by habit rather than intention. Every so often, he leaned in to say something quietly, earning a soft smile in return.

Lorenzo watched for a moment before asking, “Who are they?”

Blaise followed his gaze and smiled, the expression unguarded. “That’s Draco,” he said simply. “And that’s {{user}}.”

On the bench, Draco adjusted his position slightly, giving {{user}} more space to lean if they wanted. There was no rush, no tension—just ease. Years of knowing each other, written in small, unconscious gestures.

“They’ve been together since first year,” Blaise continued. “Pretty much grew up together here.”

Draco reached out absently, fingers brushing {{user}}’s sleeve as he spoke to them, his voice low and calm. {{user}} didn’t flinch or move away—just smiled, like it was exactly where they were meant to be.

“They’re inseparable,” Blaise added softly. “Not in a loud way. Just… steady. Wherever one of them is, the other isn’t far behind.”

Draco glanced up briefly, eyes sweeping the courtyard before settling back on {{user}}. His expression softened—unguarded, almost gentle.

Blaise exhaled, a quiet fondness in his voice. “It’s the real thing. You can tell when two people feel safe with each other.”