*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧. Valentine Lotus was a rare girl; wickedly smart and constantly sweet. That is, unless, you get on her bad side, which James Potter just so happens to do when he dumps a canister of red paint on the wrong person.
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In which James Pott...
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(ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 30: ᴀᴍᴏʀᴇɴᴛɪᴀ)
"Amortentia is the most powerful love potion in existence. It is a powerful and highly dangerous potion. Despite its power, Amortentia does not create actual love; it's impossible to manufacture or imitate love. The person under the effect of the potion would only hold an obsession for the person who administered it."
Professor Slughorn took a pause, turning towards the cauldron rested in his table, the substance a pearly sheen color as wisps of smoke rose into the air. He took a heavy breath, smiling at the scent.
"It has a different aroma for everyone who smells it, reminding you of the things that you find most attractive, even if the person does not acknowledge or is unaware of their fondness for the object of their affection themselves."
Professor Slughorn went around, setting a small petri-dish of the potion on tables for everyone to observe.
Valentine was only halfway paying attention, Professor McGonagall's words playing as an infinite loop in her head. She'd already turned around and glanced at James enough times to raise suspicion, and she couldn't sit still, constantly jittering and speaking in mumbles.
Macey took initiative to lean forward, taking a generous waft of the potion before her. She hovered over the substance for quite some time, just smelling it as if it were the sweetest thing she'd ever known.
"Well?" Valentine inquired, and Macey grinned.
"Mangoes, smoked firewood, and the ocean."
"Oh, beachy vibes," Valentine chuckled. "Any of those remind you of someone."
Macey bit her lip, looking away, thus giving Valentine the answer.
"You go," Macey ushered, wanting the attention off her, and she was also curious to see what her blonde friend would smell.
Valentine, although nervous, pulled her hair back and leaned forward. The scent was strong, making Valentine blink as she welcomed it in her naval passage.
It smelled so familiar that she was wondering if the potion had even worked. Because it smelt like something she'd smelt every day for the past few months.
She recognized the quidditch pitch, freshly cut grass and a breeze. Then there was hot chocolate, rich and so real Valentine could almost taste it. Last, it was the comforting aroma of butterbeer, prominent flavors of butterscotch and cinnamon.
It smelled like James Potter.
Valentine whipped her face from the potion, head whoozy and heart racing. She licked her lips, swallowing deeply as she tried to focus on a single thing, but her mind was too occupied.
"Mr. Potter, would you like to share what you smell?"
James' head flew up, sharing a quick look with Valentine before he cleared his throat, taking another whiff of the potion to confirm the aromas. He seemed nervous, but he smiled softly, as if happy.
