amortentia - @wolfstarmicrofic - word count: 361
“Today, we will be brewing a Calming Drought,” Professor Slughorn said pompously to the less-than-enthusiastic class, gesturing to the instructions on the board. “It’s a finicky little potion, but you’ll know you’ve done it right if your final solution is a hazy forty of lavender, and smells distinctly of chocolate.”
“My kind of potion,” Remus mumbled under his breath to James, who chuckled. Everyone knew Remus loved chocolate more than almost anything.
“You’ll work in groups today, so go ahead and split up and get started. Best brew gets to skip homework tonight!” Slughorn announced, waving his hands to send them off.
Since Sirius was still in the Hospital Wing from an earlier mishap in Herbology, Remus, James, and Peter were all allowed to work together. Slughorn was right–the potion was difficult, and involved lots of very specific stirs and measurements. But, by the end of class, they’d managed a potion that Slughorn deemed ‘very good, boys!’ and stood together waiting for him to announce the winners.
“Are you lot brewing Amortentia?” Sirius asked to announce himself, sidling up to stand between James and Remus, a grin on his face. “Quite the lesson to miss!”
“Alright, Pads?” Peter greeted him, clapping him on the back. “What do you mean, Amortentia?”
“Fine, Pomfrey fixed me right up. Smells exactly like Amortentia in here,” Sirius said, forehead wrinkling. “You’re not brewing it?”
“No…” James said slowly. “We’re all making Calming Drought. It’s supposed to smell like chocolate. Is that what your Amortentia smells–?” he cut himself off as Sirius hissed at him to be quiet.
But Remus just stared at his horrified-looking friend, who was now blushing a deep scarlet, long black hair falling in a curtain in front of his face as he avoided Remus’s gaze. Sirius’s Amortentia smelled like chocolate? That couldn’t mean…?
“Pads–” he began to say softly, in a voice that was meant for only the two of them, a hand reaching out. He needed to know what it meant.
But before he could finish his sentence, Slughorn called the class to order. And when the bell rang? Sirius ran out of the room like he was being chased.
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