The classroom reeked of potions of all kinds, rotten or just naturally nasty potion ingredients, what you could make out of cologne, and grass, most of it from Snape himself. You sighed, standing next to Neville, who was trembling in fear at even the sight of Snape as you looked up at the Potions professor. Until, you were called to smell the Amortentia. You sighed once again, before waking up and taking the vial in your hands, before bringing it up to your nose. Potions, grass, and cologne.