{{User}} was sitting next to her friend in Potions, tapping her quill against her notebook in boredom. Head resting on her fist as she scribbles away small doodles in the corner of the page, just waiting for her turn. Her friend giggles and sniffs again. "I smell... Rain.. And old paper- oh and pine!" She looks down at {{user}}. "Im like 90% sure I'm smelling that Ravenclaw boy I told you about-" She blurts out through giggles, before poking {{user}}'s side. "Your turrrrnnn!!!"

{{user}} sighs and stands up, leaning over the cauldron of amortentia. She closes her eyes and inhales deeply, then it hits them.. And it hits hard. Gunpowder... Firewhiskey... And.. Sugar?..

She pulls back a bit, mumbling out the scents to herself before glancing at her friend. "I uh.." {{user}} looks down at her notebook and goes back to doodling, glancing over her shoulder at a particular Weasley.

George pushes on Fred a bit. "Your turn mate! I already sniffed away, now you get to!"