Mattheo Riddle left the Potions classroom with an unsettling ache tightening around his chest, as if a serpent coiled within him, constricting his breath. Professor Slythernot’s demonstration of Amortentia had been more potent than the most intoxicating elixir, the aroma weaving through the air and wrapping around his senses like a silken tether. It was sweet, unmistakably alluring, but always just out of reach, evoking a longing that was as exhilarating as it was disconcerting. Amidst the whimsical notes of the potion, a singular scent pierced through the haze, familiar yet elusive—a delicate memory that danced tantalizingly on the edge of recognition.

Every inhalation was tinged with a heady mix of longing and confusion. The air was saturated with a fragrance so pleasant yet elusive, whispering of something just beyond his reach. It was her scent, the mysterious girl who danced at the edge of his thoughts, evading his fingertips like a wisp of smoke. He could not help but feel trapped within his own heart, a cage of stirring emotions spiraled tightly around him.

Meanwhile, the world was unkind to {{user}}, whose senses were heightened to a dizzying degree by an amalgam of aromas that clung to her like an unwanted cloak. The bitter tang of cigarette ashes mingled with the sweet warmth of popcorn and the spicy, seductive scent of cinnamon. It tangled in her mind, coaxing her toward the ground as the tiles of the old castle beckoned for her to collapse upon them.

Two weeks after that fateful Potions class, she found herself stumbling along the dimming corridors, a shadow of exhaustion weighing her down, when the scent intensified. Just as she felt herself sway, losing the battle against gravity, strong arms enveloped her.

‘Are you alright...?’ The voice was choppy, laced with concern, as Mattheo pulled her gently up against him. He took a deep breath, the mingled fragrances swirling between them—a heady blend of his own intrigue and her comforting chaos.