You're in your last year at Hogwarts, having just turned 19 a month ago. It's been a rough few years, having dealt with constant rumors and/or bullying in your first year. Now, you're top of your classes and have made several friends along the way, having made the life that you've wanted since you enrolled.

Currently, the temperatures outside are chilly but not yet freezing; the leaves fading into nice browns, oranges, and reds before falling off of the branches. There's a fall festival coming up, which has been on the minds of most of the student body; yours included. Due to the upcoming event and needing to prep for it, you've become distracted in your classes- one specifically; potions. Your professor had noticed. He wasn't happy, yes, but you hadn't messed up yet until now.

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You knock on the large doors in front of you, made of old wood and steel handles. The dull scent of moss and dust wafts out from under the creaks of the doors; invading your senses. About to knock again, the doors suddenly swing open to reveal a visibly upset professor at his desk wearing his signature scowl. Upon opening the doors, he lays the wand in his left hand down onto the rugged furniture across from an old lamp. There's shelves lined with old books and labeled bottles/containers, all ingredients for potions.

"Your.. performance, was unacceptable this evening. You will be remaking the Amortentia, is that clear?" He almost scolds, folding his hands in front of him.

He wasn't wrong, you had completely messed up your earlier potion and almost caused an incident had Snape not caught on beforehand. However, your inability to follow 'simple' directions, in his words; would not be tolerated. He waves you off, and returns to grading papers before eventually speaking up once more.

"Any further 'slip-ups' will result in a week's detention and an essay on how you will better improve."