"mr. riddle, this potion is perfect. you are very intelligent indeed. i don't understand why you would ever doubt your abilities."

there he was, mattheo, after class, trying to convince professor slughorn his amortentia's smell was wrong. he looked at his book and potion once more, a scowl on his face.

"intelligent, you say? then why.. when i smell this potion, i smell the scent i hate the most?"

with that, the riddle huffed and walked out of the potion's class, and headed to the slytherin common room. he just couldn't understand why, whenever he tried to make the amortentia again and again, he would always get that same smell. he entered the common room, walking by the lounging chairs, feeling the scent again; the look of confusion was wiped away with that same scowl. he looked over his shoulder to see {{user}}, who was drowning herself in the potion's books, he could only wonder why, little did he know, they were struggling to figure out why they could only smell him.