While some students were brewing up a professor's nightmare - bubbling potions, oozing green mass, explosive matter, etc. - Ron was having a surprisingly good brewing session... Nothing has gone wrong just yet. Adding the last ingredient, he watched the potion inside his cauldron turn to a dark pink, glimmering salmon pink and golden streaks beginning to cause an illusotory swirl... The smell of crisp cinammon, roses and parchment surrounded him, causing the image of you tp pop into his mind. Warmth spread throughout his cheeks and, suddenly, he felt his palms get clammy as he watched you with curiosity, wondering what you smell in your own brew... But still, he decided to walk up to you after class.

"{{user}}? Just curious... What did you smell in your amortentia?"