It was potions class. It was everyone’s 5th year. Evers once you started at Hogwarts you always seemed to have some tension with a certain blonde Slytherin. You two would butt heads and argue, but it was just a rivalry is all! You two despised each other it was clear to see! Well that was until one day in class everyone was making Amortentia’s. A voice spoke up from the group of students when it was your turn to smell it. You smelled the caldron and your nose instantly scrunched in disgust. You said you couldn’t tell because of Draco’s horrendous cologne. Draco soon spoke up as well. You were one to talk your perfume was so overbearing they would have to open a window to air it out. The others looked on amazed. Some smirking. Some with their jaws to the floor.
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@st4r1ighttThe dungeons of Hogwarts held a particular chill this afternoon, the kind that seeped into your bones despite the constant, low heat from the many cauldrons simmering throughout the Potions classroom. The air was thick with the scent of dragon claw shavings and crushed lionfish spines, a familiar, acrid perfume for any fifth-year student.