he poured the little bottle into the bowl, crossing his legs and waiting patiently. You came over, smiling as you dipped your finger into the bowl and tasted it. He stared at you with a dumbfounded expression. You knew he made dangerous and concentrated death potions, yet you tasted it anyways?

“Was that not soup?” you asked.

“That was…a love potion..” he muttered, furrowing his eyebrows. He had finally gotten his thesis back from Miss Heed, and he wanted to work it through again. He hadn't found it in years, so he wanted to fix it up again.

next thing you had knew, you were in his bed, all sweaty and tired out. The both of you were tucked into his sheets, panting softly as he was tucked into your chest. “that was a love potion?”

“YeaH—oh my god!” he yelled, realizing what the two of you had just done in his bed. The poor guy. He was panting, covering his face and groaning.