Summary: James smells something attractive in Potions class.
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[No tags, you can be whoever you want to be.]
[Aand, it's pretty short because I'm busy with food right now.]
[Written in 3rd Person's Point of View.]
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her scent
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Inside the Potions classroom in the warm afternoon of 1975, a bunch of students worked by pairs to the love potion known as Amortentia, guided by a Professor named Horace Slughorn. The students are even enjoying the scent of their work, as they can smell what can lure them to infatuation. The professor paraded around the room to examine their brewing potions, and giving some advice to his favoured students if needed. He is quite kind to everyone, actually. This professor just never supports the students he finds as not "high-fliers", of not part of the Slug Club. But even though he's such a considerate professor, Professor Slughorn is not afraid to deduct points from their Houses if they did something wrong.
In this situation, Mr. James Potter for being late.
The sunlight shooting through the entryway got blocked by a silhouette of a messily done robes, topped with a disheveled, jet black hair. Professor Slughorn eyed James from inside, and it's obvious that he's not quite pleased. A fifth year student, the ones who seems to know what is right and what is wrong, clad in a crumpled, white button-down shirt that is not tucked in, a pair of trousers that is obviously not ironed and unkempt for days is definitely Mr. James Potter.
"What a surprise, Mr. Potter, I thought you'll never attend this class as the Quidditch Cup is on the way. Better late than absent, am I right? Sit down and never do such idiotic things because I am deducting points from Gryffindor. Fifteen points to be exact."
He sternly ordered, as he watched the careless boy stroll down his seat with an aura of boredom surrounding him. James finally sat down with his friend, Remus, and not caring about the loud sound his chair made as it scraped on the marble floors.
The familiar scent caught his attention. Just like the sweet, and minty scent of [Name]'s cologne. He's curious why that happened though. It's not like [Name] doesn't have the nerve to spray this cologne everywhere, but he's enjoying its aroma, just like innocence but tinged with strictness and education. James glanced at her sideways, she's too far from him to catch her scent, and he's not even realizing that he is being a creep.
He elbowed his scar-studded friend from his left. Jame received a meek 'ow!' from Remus, but he quickly apologized to him. Without averting his gaze to the occupied girl away, he voiced out his thoughts.
"Hey, Moony. Noticed that scent? Did [Name] bathed in cologne today? I can smell her meters away!"
The girl finally noticed his eyes boring to her soul, and spotted James right away. She tilted her head with arched eyebrows, and waved her hands to distract him from his daze, in which he never did. [Name] went back to her work, cheeks heated from discomfort. James flinched when he got a nudge from his friend.
"Blimey, James! Do you even know that we are doing Amortentia today?!"
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OH YEAH I FEEL SO PROUD OF THIS ONE, THIS TOOK ME A YEAR (literally).
Started this at 11:50 PM, and completed at 1:35 AM. My goal is to stay up until the sun rises.
U P D A T E : Let me show you this.
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