medusa | cedric diggory

9| love potions

9| love potions

The classroom was buzzing with chatter. Amara always arrived just moments before it was to start. It wasn't her fault exactly, Thomas loved to the fashionably late to practically anything, and he'd drag her along even if he was just going for a sip of water. She sped to her desk, in hopes of catching her seat before Snape turned to face them noticing they were just a couple seconds late. To professor Snape it wouldn't matter if they were even a millisecond late. She slid in to her seat, gaining a couple stares from her table mates as she did so.

"Love potions," Snape spoke slowly, pacing between tables, "More specifically, Amortentia.   Powerful infatuations can be induced by the skillful potioneer, but never yet has anyone managed to create the truly unbreakable, eternal, unconditional attachment that alone can be called love." He looked to Amara closely, eyeing everyone else just the same. "You all shall watch me prepare a small amount, and then come forward to test it yourself. The scent takes on that of whom or what they find the most attractive, even if the person doesn't acknowledge or is unaware of  their fondness for the object of their affection themselves."

During the lesson, each watched closely surrounding Snape's table as he mixed ingredients with ease. "Now, with this potion you must be very careful. The effects of the potion are instantaneous, the person affected carrying a pale and sickly appearance and becoming obsessed with the object of their affections. They can become overly excited or dangerously unstable toward others." He finished off with more ingredients, adding the last piece inside to top the potion off.

"Now, who should come test it first?" Snape looked around the crowd of students surrounding him. "Mr. Diggory," he looked at Cedric unamused, the tall brunette tensing up, "Hogwarts real champion as it seems. Let's see what the potion will bring to you."

Cedric's jaw tensed nodding his head as he took a step forward from where he stood to the back. He looked to Professor Snape waiting for deeper instruction but he only pursed his lips, head tilting to the golden cauldron. With a small puff of his cheeks, he leaned forward, face barely hovering over the cauldron. He took in a shaky breath, inhaling softly letting his head lean further in to explore the scent deeper.

"Do tell what it is you smell," Snape told him, urging him to speak up.

Cedric let out a sigh in content, leaning back, "I smell old books, peppermint, and..." he leaned back in, taking another soft whiff, "rose water."

From the corner of Amara's eyes, she could see a few girls in class check themselves swiftly. The thought of them seeing if they matched Cedric's description bringing a small smile to her face. He was popular amongst both male and female students and it was obvious quite a few fancied him. Snape allowed Cedric to return to his spot, turning to a Ravenclaw student to reveal their scents.

"Miss Rosier, come forward to the potion."

She let out an annoyed sigh, stepping forward to take in the potion that already half of the class had already smelled. Thomas stood in the back, watching closely as the students around all went. She took a deep relaxing I bake of the most sweetest scent she had ever smelled. Her breathing had begun to even out slowly and deeply, feeling a sense of fullness almost as if it was feeding into a hunger she did not know she had.

"Well?" Snape asked, waiting for her to speak forward. She stepped back, almost in fear at what she had smelt so unexpectedly. "Earthy—like an early spring morning, lemon ginger tea, and... new parchment."

Snape dismissed her, she returned to her spot next to Thomas. He looked at her with a blank expression, waiting for Snape to finish the lesson up.

Now that most of the students had gone, Snape turned to Thomas. Thomas had barely made a deep impact in the class. He preferred being in the back, only taking in the information in forms of overs actions and good listening. He walked swiftly across the crowd, hands in pockets as his stride caught the attention of a few girls who leaned forward to see him step ahead. Amara watched with a look amusement as a few students, mostly girls, tuned a close ear to his actions just like they had done with Cedric when it was his turn. He looked almost bored doing so as he leaned, eyebrow twitching as he breathed in. His tongue slipped out, swiping across his bottom lip.

"I smell... pine," he tilted his head, books, and..." he stiffened, back straightening as a look crossed his face, "...rain." He cleared his throat, returning back to his spot as fast as his legs carried him.

"Smelled yourself, didn't ya?" A fellow Slytherin teased as he came to sit in the back. Amara looked to him, brows furrowed as he slumped down in his chair. They shared a look, his expression something she couldn't quite understand.

"What?" She mouthed to him as his eyes darted everywhere but at her. He shook his head, leaning back in his seat, "Nothing. I just hope we get this lesson over with."

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