Potions class with Professor Snape was the familiar harsh bore. The students were huddled expectantly around a large black cauldron, which bubbled with a whisky, thick liquid. Today the subject was Amortentia, a potion of which smells of what someone was most attracted to. Blaise Zabini stood amongst the fellow students, hands in his robe pockets and an apathetic expression on his face. Draco Malfoy stood beside him, whispering unruly remarks about the irritable Potter again.

“Zabini!” he suddenly heard Snape’s usual stern tone, which jolted Blaise out of his reverie. Snape stood with a scowl plastered on his face and his arms crossed, “it’s your turn.”

Blaise nodded sharply, resisting the urge to roll his eyes at the cranky Professor. He stepped from Malfoy’s side, skimming through the students to the cauldron. He took a deep inhale through his nose, the strong scent of lavender and honey washed through his senses from the concoction. His eyes widened for a brief moment and his heart rate quickened. He could smell a coconut toothpaste, and the sweet apple pastries he always bought from Hogsmeade. And there was only one person he knew that had those wonderful scents. {{user}}.