[REWRITING] SPARKS ⤖ F. WEASLEY

o. the incident

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o. the incident

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     MARGOT HUMMED AS she watched plumes of spiraling steam rise from the potion bubbling in front of her. She turned to her close friend, Faye Lawson, whose potion looked much the same. Faye was smelling her potion intently, wrinkling her nose as she breathed in the scent.

     "What's yours smell like?" asked Faye, pulling away from her own potion to glance at Margot.

      "I think I've made a mistake," lied Margot. She was certain she had not made a mistake, following the book's instructions religiously. However, she felt uncomfortable smelling the potion. She was perfectly content with keeping her attractions private.

     Faye eyed Margot's potion with scrutiny. "No," said the girl. "It looks perfect. Let's ask Professor Snape." Faye's hand shot up into the air, and Snape glanced at them.

     "Yes, Miss Lawson?"

      "Can you come check Margot's potion, sir? She's unsure if she's done it correctly."

      Snape said nothing, but marched over to the girls and took a look at the potion. He watched the swirling plumes of steam, smelled the aroma, and took a step back. "Congratulations, Miss Potter," Snape said, with an inkling of sarcasm dripping from his tone. "You have successfully brewed Amortentia. Why don't you share with the class what you smell, since your classmates seem to have trouble paying attention."

      Margot eyed the rest of the room sheepishly. Minutes ago, the students had all been distracted by an explosion from one of the other student's potions. All eyes were on her now. She sighed and leaned forward to take a whiff of the potion.

      "Smells like... Pumpkin... Quidditch robes... and... the Transfiguration classroom?" said Margot, confused.

     "The Transfiguration classroom?" asked Faye.

      "Or... something in the classroom, I suppose." Margot shrugged.

     "Very well, Miss Potter. Please try not to blow anything up while you wait for the rest of your class to finish." Snape walked back to the head of the room, pacing around the other students in wait of their potions.

      "Hey, Potter," another student called, his voice teasing. "Don't you sit next to one of the Weasley twins in Transfiguration?"

     Margot nodded, perplexed. She sat next to Fred Weasley in Transfiguration, though the two of them rarely spoke outside of class. "Your point?"

      "Well who else smells like Pumpkin Pasties and Quidditch?" asked the boy, snickering. "You've a crush on Weasley, eh?" The boy and his friends burst into laughter, and Margot could feel the eyes of more students in the classroom on her.