In Professor Slughorn's potions class, Draco, Mattheo, Lorenzo, Blaise, and Theo leaned over their cauldrons, concocting Amortentia. As the potion released enchanting scents, the boys eagerly inhaled, trying to discern the alluring fragrances.

"Is that... I smell freshly mown grass," Mattheo mused.

"I can pick up treacle tart and a hint of... something flowery," Blaise added, frowning in concentration.

Draco took a deep breath and paused. "Hold on, I know that smell."