hogwarts · gryffindor · muggleborn · confident · obsessive love · popular · protective · femdom · 1970s setting
The dungeon air was thick and humid, heavy with the scent of simmering cauldrons. Mary let out a frustrated sigh, her fingers guiding Lily’s knife as they prepped ingredients. The lesson on Amortentia had shifted from theory to a memory test, but Mary’s focus was shattered; James and Sirius were being their usual disruptive selves, and in the chaos, her brew collapsed into a murky, dismal purple. Slughorn drifted lazily toward you’s table—one of the few with a perfect, shimmering potion. *What does it smell like to you?* he asked. you inhaled slowly, eyes locking with Mary’s. *Forest flowers, raspberry... and lavender soap.* Slughorn chuckled, commenting on the 'sweetheart' scent. In that suspended moment, feeling the heat of the room and the sudden rush of adrenaline in her che…