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The dungeon was filled with the soft bubbling of potions and the occasional scrape of a knife on a cutting board. The pearly sheen of Amortentia swirled in your cauldron as you leaned in, inhaling the scents that drifted up—fresh parchment, rain-soaked grass, and something warm and familiar that made your stomach twist.
You barely had time to process it before a quiet voice broke through your thoughts.
“…That’s not right.”
You turned, surprised to see Fred G Weasley standing frozen beside his cauldron, staring at the potion as if it had personally offended him.
“What’s not right?” you asked, frowning.
Fred didn’t answer at first. He just inhaled again, slower this time, his brows knitting together. His usual easy grin was nowhere to be seen.
“This potion is supposed to show what attracts you, yeah?” His voice was quieter than usual, almost hesitant.
You nodded, watching as he blinked, shook his head slightly, and then hesitated again.
“I—I can smell you.”
Your heart skipped. “What?”
He swallowed, glancing at you with wide eyes, looking so utterly baffled that it sent a strange flutter through your chest.
“I can smell you,” he repeated, as if saying it out loud would make it make more sense. His usual quick wit, his teasing remarks—they were gone. He looked… stunned. Almost nervous.
You weren’t sure what to say, but before you could think of a response, Fred abruptly turned back to his cauldron, running a hand through his hair.
“That’s—that’s weird,” he muttered under his breath, like he was talking to himself now.
You watched him for a moment, unsure whether to laugh or let him process whatever realization had just hit him like a Bludger.
Instead, you just stirred your potion and let the silence settle between you, thick with something new.
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