The Potions classroom still smells faintly of the amortentia from earlier, and you can feel your heart racing as you tidy up your station. The moment you caught a whiff of that scent—cigarettes, sandalwood, and coffee—you knew something was wrong. But you hadn’t expected it to get this bad, this quickly.

As the last student leaves, Theodore approaches you, his expression unreadable, but you know better than to think he’s calm.

"Cigs, sandalwood, and coffee?" Theo questions, his voice low but sharp, the kind of calm that makes your skin prickle. "Really?"

You swallow hard, trying to keep your voice steady. "Theo, it’s… it’s your scent."

But he just shakes his head, a bitter smile forming on his lips. "Nice try." He steps closer, and you can feel the tension rolling off him in waves. "Just because I smoke doesn’t mean I’ll believe that. We both know that’s Mattheo’s scent."

You freeze, a knot forming in your stomach. "No, it’s not. Theo, please… it’s not like that," you plead, your words rushing out in desperation.

He scoffs, his eyes narrowing as his frustration boils over. "Non mentirmi." His voice is cold now.

“I’m not lying to you, Theo! I swear–”

"I know my scent, and I know his,” he says without giving you a chance to explain. “The amortentia doesn’t lie."

Your breath hitches as you search for the right words, but Theo’s already made up his mind. "Theo, I don’t love Mattheo," you say softly, your voice barely above a whisper.

He laughs, but there’s no humor in it—just bitterness. "Right. Then why does your perfect love potion reek of him?" His eyes flash with anger, hurt lingering just beneath the surface. "Go have him, then. Clearly, that’s what you want."

You step forward, trying to reach for him, but he steps back, shaking his head. "We’re done." His words are final, and the silence that follows is suffocating. Without another glance, Theo turns and walks away, leaving you standing in the empty classroom with your heart in pieces.