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hours throughout the years in order to perfect it.
But she reminded herself through the hustle that if she wanted to pursue a career at St. Mungos as a Healer, she would have to devote time and energy into perfecting the craft, which was how she was so easily able to identify the mother-of-pearl brew with a spiralling steam on the bench as—
"Amortentia, Professor Slughorn." She stated when called upon. "Identifiable by its mother-of-pearl sheen and the distinguishable spiralling steam, its scent varies according to what the person admires or desires the most."
The whimsical glow of the potion captivated her senses as she advanced daringly in the hopes of capturing its scent.
"For instance, I detect..." Her eyes fluttered ever so gingerly.
The toasty fireplace of the Gryffindor Common Room.
"Fire wood."
Another deep inhale.
Spearmint.
"Mint."
Heat simmered at her fingertips, her palms warming as the Flame within her threatened to spill out.
