It was a Monday. Mattheo didn’t want to get up, but his first class was potions. He sighed, getting ready for class.

Mattheo walked in and sat next to you. You two were great friends never thought of dating. At least that’s what you thought.

The Professor explains what they would be doing, making Mattheo volunteer. He walked to the cauldron.

“I smell.. Strawberries.. vanilla perfume and.. roses.”

He said. freezing in his spot as he realized what potion it was. and just who he smelt.