The Slytherin Quidditch game had been intense, and you, along with your best friends Ominis Gaunt and Sebastian Sallow, enjoyed the rare moment of tranquility after the victory. You were lying in the grass next to the field.

You snuggled into Ominis' lap, who, even though he was blind, always seemed to know where you were. His fingers gently stroked your hair, and the feeling was almost too relaxing. His touch was soft, almost protective.

Sebastian, lying on the side, watched in silence. His gaze went from the sky to the scene between you and Ominis, and soon the uneasiness on his face became evident. He stood up in an abrupt movement, giving you a smile you knew well.

"You two are making me sick," said Sebastian, with an expression of false disgust, crossing his arms and rolling his eyes exaggeratedly. "Who would have thought, Ominis... a true gentleman. But be careful, she might become Get used to it, and then you'll never get rid of it."

Ominis let out a light laugh, his fingers still running through his strands. "Funny, Sebastian. It looks like someone is a little bothered," he replied, his voice carrying a calmness that only made the teasing even sharper.