𝙐𝙣𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙙 ( A Hogwarts drama)

𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙎𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙚𝙣: 𝘼𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙖 ✧

I stood at the protons classroom door and quickly took my lemongrass oil and put it on my bracelet. My best friend always told me lemongrass brought good energy into your life. So she got me an essential oil bracelet, which I have never taken off.

"Who were the flowers from?" Goyle asked as I walked over to the circle of students.

"What flowers?"

"Lavender said that the flowers I gave you were nice."

"When did she say that?"

"This morning."

"Also I didn't know you guys talked."

"Oh yeah, she's alright. But back to the flowers." Goyle said

"I don't know what you are talking about, I never received flowers."

"Then what Is lavender talking about, she said they were beautiful daisies?"

"It was probably a dream she had honestly."

"That's weird." Goyle said "She described it so vividly."

"That is odd. You don't remember giving me flowers right?" I asked

"No."

"Exactly. She's just gone mad."

"Why are you talking about her like that?" Goyle asked

"Why do you care?"

"Because you were her best friend yesterday now you are calling her mad!"

"That's not what I meant, I just meant she is acting mad."

"Okay! Now who wants to explain what Amortentia is?" McGonagall asked, she was filling in for Professor Snape.

Hermione quickly raised her hand of course since she has to be a know it all. It was quite annoying she never gave anyone else a chance.

"Yes, Ms.Granger."

"Amortentia is the most powerful love potion in the entire wizarding world. It makes you smell what you attract or desire deeply. For example" Hermione went over to the potion and took a deep inhale.

"I smell... warm cookies, a freshly purchased book... and homemade yarn-knitted jumpers"

Hermione slowly backed away from the potion and her eyes widened. There is only one person who wears yarn-knitted jumpers and that isn't Seamus. If anyone else caught on, she's a goner.

"Yarn jumpers? What is she a grandmother?" Goyle whispered

"Must be" I giggled

"Okay.. now Dean! You're up!" McGonagall said.

Dean walked to the potion and wafted it towards his nose and sat in his place.

"I smell explosions, the.. quidditch quaffle? And Irish stew." Dean said

Hermione glared at him as he quickly moved through the crowd back to his seat. I wonder where Dean has had Irish stew, because I've only had it once because the Finnigans cook it when I'm there.

"Hmm... Mr. Malfoy, your turn."

Malfoy took a nervous gulp and walked up to the potion.

"Uh lemons or something. And some flowers." He walked off nervously and wouldn't make eye contact with anyone.

"Aeria, come give it a go." McGonagall said with a smile

"I smell.. Uh like a nice day at the beach, and pumpkin juice." I lied.