Students filed into the potions classroom, a big cauldron standing at the front of the classroom. You sat down next to you good friend, Celina Colmstock, and for some reason one scent filled your nostrils more than any other.

Later on as the professor explained that the cauldron in front was filled with Amortentia you could hear whispers all around you. On the other side of the corridor sat Theseus with his friends. You could hear a boy asking him what his Amortentia smelt like, nudging him in the side lightly.

„I could tell, if {{user}} hadn’t put on as much perfume this morning. Merlin, they’ll have to open a window to get this smell out.“

He replies, shooting you a pointed look with narrowed, stormy-blue eyes.

Celina next to you giggled and Theseus‘ friends looked at him confused. If you remembered correctly you didn’t use more perfume than you usually did this morning, and besides, if anything Theseus had put on too much because the whole room reeked of his cologne.