Odor
In Tom's dorm room, Harry played by himself, his eyes sparkling with excitement as he watched the golden snitch flashing in the air. With eager anticipation, he reached out his paw, attempting to catch the elusive target.
The snitch rolled through the air, and Harry chased after it like a butterfly, leaping lightly in an attempt to capture it. Each time his paw touched the snitch, Harry would purr happily, displaying his excitement and joy.
Suddenly, as Harry reached out for the snitch, the sound of an opening door interrupted the scene. Harry paused his actions, and the snitch also came to a halt, coincidentally hovering right above Harry's head. It was Tom returning.
With graceful movements, Harry walked towards Tom, his fluffy tail swaying elegantly behind him. However, the golden snitch atop his head disrupted this gracefulness, creating a rather comical sight. Tom couldn't help but smile at Harry's expression as he crouched down, gently taking the golden snitch from Harry's head.
At that moment, Harry tilted his head in confusion, circling around Tom, and sniffed gently with his small nose. Tom watched Harry, noticing his continuous movements, carefully observing his every action.
Suddenly, Harry's ears perked up, and the fur on his tail bristled instantly. His mouth opened slightly, emitting a series of angry meows, indicating his displeasure and alertness.
Tom noticed Harry's fur, bristled and wild, resembling a black dandelion swaying in the breeze.
Tom tried to understand Harry's reaction, slowly bending down to maintain eye contact with him, attempting to soothe his unease. Harry's meows gradually ceased, but the tension in his body was still palpable.
"What's wrong?" Tom asked softly, his voice full of concern and gentleness, hoping to alleviate Harry's fear.
Harry climbed onto Tom's shoulder, his little nose sniffing anxiously, detecting unfamiliar scents emanating from Tom's body, causing him confusion and vigilance.
Harry sat quietly on Tom's shoulder, carefully exploring the unfamiliar scents emanating from Tom's body. He detected some animal smells, which made him feel puzzled and alert.
Tom seemed to understand the reason for Harry's unease. His voice was gentle and reassuring, "It's okay, it's just the smell of the ingredients from handling potions."
Harry listened to Tom's words and gradually calmed down. His little ears no longer stood erect, and his tail gradually relaxed. With Tom's reassurance, Harry regained confidence in his surroundings.
Despite this, Harry still tried to nuzzle Tom's head with his furry face, eager to leave his warm scent on Tom's body to replace the ones he disliked.
Tom felt Harry's furry face nuzzling against his head, and the warm touch made him feel comforted and relaxed. He closed his eyes and buried his face in Harry's soft fur, basking in the warmth of the moment. Tom's mood also became joyful as he gently hugged Harry, allowing him to snuggle closer, enjoying intimate companionship.
Harry curled up comfortably in Tom's embrace, his tail gently swaying, eyes half-closed. He used his soft paws to knead Tom's clothes, emitting soft purrs, expressing his comfort and satisfaction. Tom felt Harry's warmth and couldn't help but smile, gently stroking his head.