Against the Odds

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"And what potion do we get when we mix these things together?" Snape asks, walking around the room. My hand shoots up quickly. "The Amortentia, uh sir," I say as I lower my hand. He continues walks around with his arms folded, "That is correct, 10 points to slytherin."

Our first week of classes were easy with all the introductions and rules and now we're finally getting into the interesting stuff. Potions has never been my favorite class but being one of Snape's favorites I get by.

Hermione shoots a glare at me and I wave back. We get along quite well really. The only problem is she has the need to be better than everyone else so that causes tension.

"And what does the Amortentia do?" He asks. Hermione's hand shoots up before anyone else can even process the question. She explains what it is/does and everyone is quick to look around at each other.

"For example," she states, "I smell," she pauses and looks around, "freshly mowed grass, parchment? and uh- spearmint, toothpaste." She quickly sits down and everyone looks around. Snape walks around the class peering over everyone. "Would anyone like to go next?" He asks. Everyone is now acting as if they are busy.

"Mr Riddle?" He questions. Mattheo immediately pretends to be busy. Snape clicks his tongue. "Hmmm" he says while walking around. "Miss Clark?" He asks some girl from hufflepuff. She scratches her head and looks at the floor. "Do we really have no volunteers?" He says stopping in the middle of the room.

"Ah Miss Lestrange," he says, making eye contact with me. My jaw drops and I shake my head, "No no i'm really ok," I say leaning back in my seat. "Miss Lestrange." He repeats. I groan and slowly climb out of my chair. I walk up to the steaming pot and slowly lean closer. Everyone in the rooms seems to lean in at the same time. I take a deep breath and then look around the room.

"Well I smell nothing," I lie smiling as I walk back to my seat. Professor Snape folds his arms and without a word makes me go back up to the pot. "Miss Lestrange."

As I reach the pot again I stare at the bubbly liquid. I can feel everyone's eyes burning into me as I once again take a deep breath. "I smell," I say breathing deeply, "Cinnamon and Marshmallow and firewood?" I look over at Snape and he shrugs. "Wait no," I say looking around. The scent begins to change as I look at Mattheo. We make eye contact and my eyes begin to widen.

"Sir what does it mean if the scent changes?" I question, backing away from the pot. "It's quite simple, it just means you're attracted to multiple things or multiple people," He says making his way to the front of the class. "Alright thank you Miss Lestrange you take your seat— Now! By next class you will each have written about this potion and what it does. I would also like-"

Who the hell was I smelling? I was 99% sure that the first smell was Fred, just from the smell of his sweater. But the second smell I could not tell you.

"Clara let's go!" Pansy says pulling on my sleeve. "Ok coming sorry," I say shooting up, "I hadn't even realized class was over." She starts laughing and we make our way out of the dungeon.

"I feel like potions won't be that bad this year especially if we stay on Snapes good side," I say as we weave through the crowds of people. "Yeah and I feel like in previous years he's liked us so we'll be ok," she responds reassuringly. "Well what class do you have next again?" I ask. She groans. "Freaking divinations. I have Blaise, Draco and Enzo but then Ron, Harry, and Hermione," she says dragging her hands down her face. "Oh man I'm sorry," I say laughing. "It's alright, what class do you have?" "Herbology," I say as we turn the corner. "The class isn't too bad but I have Mattheo and Theo and they don't like to do their work, and at least Draco and Enzo somewhat prioritize school," I say. Pansy starts laughing and shakes her head. "Alright well I'll see you later," she says, turning up a staircase.