Previously
"Mr. Potter! Can you tell us why Amortentia smells different to each person?"
She can see James stiffen as he looks at Slughorn with an incredulous look.
"Amortentia smells like the things- or people that you-" He visibly swallowed.
"- that you love the most."
Lily Evans groaned as she whacked Sirius Black's head for what seemed the tenth time as he attempted to add a bezoar to their pearl- sheened potion.
"Sirius! Can you at least attempt to refrain from sabotaging our potion?"
He winked at her and leaned back, as she rolled her eyes and continued stirring her potion. It was almost done and just needed to be heated for another moment or two before they started sniffing the potion.
Slughorn bustled down to to the table she was standing at. Peering down at her cauldron, a wide grin broke on his face.
"Excellent Ms. Evans er- and Mr. Black"
She stifled a laugh as the professor flushed red.
" This is simply splendid" He exclaimed, trying to hide his little slip-up.
Sirius offered him a lazy smirk before pushing himself off the table and leaning forward to smell the potion in front of him.
"Quidditch" Was the first thing that left his mouth. Snape and James had turned around to watch Sirius' reaction to the potion and the latter was grinning at the mention of his favourite sport.
"Is that- is that wet dog?" James almost slammed into the table as he doubled over, laughing. Sirius crossed his arms over his chest and pouted, making him look absolutely ridiculous before bending over once again to smell the potion.
"It- it smells like- like home" Sirius whispered looking at James. His expression instantly sobered up as he looked at the ground uncomfortable.
Snape raised his eyebrow at her before shaking his head and turning to stir his own potion.
"It's done." He said, nodding to James.
"Do you want to smell it first?"
James shrugged and smelled the potion in front of him. She couldn't help wondering what he would smell.
Quidditch for sure.
Maybe something that he associates with his friends and family?
James hummed slightly, closing his eyes as if he was imagining something.
"It's quidditch for sure."
She grinned slightly before a sudden thought flashed through her mind.
Since when did she know James Potter so well?
"Um, it smells kind of like my mum"
"And- and figs?" He scrunched up his nose as he stood straight, his expression puzzled.
Lily froze before she quickly turned around and sniffed herself.
She smelt of figs.