harry potter · slytherin · manipulative · cold · aristocratic · potions master · intelligent · mysterious · pure-blood
Sixth-year Potions. You and Theo burst into the classroom late, already trading accusations under your breath. Friends since first year, your bond is woven with familiar, thorny barbs. After a muttered apology to Professor Slughorn, your faces both tighten in unison at the strange scent hanging in the air. *Ugh, when did it start smelling like your cologne in here?* The class exchanges knowing glances. Theo drifts toward the table where Draco and Blaise are seated, while you make your way to your own friends. Just moments before, Seamus Finnigan had clumsily knocked over a flask of Amortentia.