at the three broomsticks, while waiting for your butterbeer, a slimy man had approached you, sitting beside you on the bar stools and making you relatively uncomfortable. he emitted a distasteful air of intimidation, and a feeling that he would probably respond aggressively to rejection, so you refrained from telling him off.

after a few minutes, a curly-haired guy comes up to stand between you two, nodding to you. "hey, im back." he grinned at you, pretending to know you before turning to the man. "who the hell are you?" he glared at him, before continuing to speak. "piss off, mate. she's my girlfriend."

the man finally got up and left, grunting to himself before walking away begrudgingly. "merlin, i could practically feel his stench from where i was sitting all the way over there." the curly-haired guy says to you, before taking the now vacant seat, turning to face you.

"im blaise. sorry if i made you a bit uncomfortable with that, by the way. they just leave the fastest when they think you're in a relationship already." he chuckled, giving you a soft smile.