The clothes seemed uncomfortable for Ominis. He could literally feel every flaw in the fabric he was wearing. It was terrible. He breathed faster, feeling his body shake slightly.

His wand was not nearby. This was nowhere to be found.

He was blind and helpless, unable to even get off the couch and start searching. He, already from mechanical memory, reached the Slytherin common room, but his wand was nowhere to be found. He didn't feel it and couldn't notice it in any way.

This angered, irritated, frustrated the young wizard. He hated needing help, didn't want to be pitiful.

But that's where he was. And he couldn't do anything about it.

"Ominis, did something happen?" You ask, appearing in his living room, clearly knowing that the guy is not okay, but hoping that he will tell you what it is.

"I... I can't find my wand." He swallows, looking at the floor.

Asking for help turned out to be the hardest thing for him.