Amortentia
Honey
Every morning at Hogwarts, Mary would wake up, get dressed and go down to the great hall and eat breakfast. Every morning, without fail, Mary would sit down at the Gryffindor table with a glass of pumpkin juice and eat honey on toast for breakfast. After Mulciber’s attack on Mary, Madame Pomfrey would forbid her to leave the infirmary, claiming that “she was too weak to walk,” and “she didn’t want her to upset her injuries.” Poppycock, in her opinion. Mary reluctantly sat back down on her bed and waited whilst Madame Pomfrey fixed her a bowl of runny porridge. She almost ate the steaming bowl of slime when Alice ran into the hospital wing, her bag almost falling off her shoulder, with two pieces of toast and honey wrapped in a napkin in her hands. Alice explained that she was late for class and quickly hurried off with a promise of coming back to see her later. Mary smiled and shooed her away, knowing how tough Binns was on people who were late. Mary smiled as she ate her toast, because after all that she had discovered about herself and all that she’d been through, someone still cared about her.
Lavender
Annie MacDonald hailed from the west coast of Ireland in a small town in County Mayo called Killasser. Every summer since she was adopted, Annie would bring Mary and her wife back to her childhood home for the summer. There, Mary felt a sense of freedom, and all she’d want to do was be outside. However, staying in a place with high pollen levels and such luscious vegetation attracts what Mary considers to be her worst enemy; the midge. A midge is a type of mosquito. It’s no bigger than an average fly but it packs a bite which can itch for days. The only way to repel a midge is by wearing unforgivable amounts of lavender. According to Annie, “tha’ wee feckers hate th’ smell and go flyin’ aff t’ sumwan else.” Mary wore it everyday for the rest of her summers, and she’s become immune to it by now, and she only seldom comes across the scent, only in the summer. It’s become such a reminder of great summers to Mary, the scent has become very, very attractive.
Burning
This had no sentimental value or particular meaning, Mary just liked the smell. Guy Fawkes night had become her favourite time of the year. After all of the fireworks had stopped being lit and the bonfires had burned out, she’d sit outside and just breathe in through her nose as much as she could. Her mother Elspeth, said that all the smoke would eventually go to her head. Mary laughed then, but now she thins it may have. Why else would she be fighting against an army that want to kill her?
