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lemon 
"It's been going on for a while. Not recent or anything." But it was rather surprising Dora hadn't thought to brew something up herself. After all, it was her best friend who was the potions whiz, not Alice.
Ignoring his looks of disapproval at the orders, she set down the handful of crushed chamomile she'd retrieved, her gloved fingers crawling around the table in search of a wooden spoon. "Why would I do that?" Alice didn't require any aid in sleeping, as far as she knew.
The sixth year dropped in the pinch of crushed lavender, beginning the counterclockwise stirring and peeking at her boyfriend every so often out of the corner of her eye.
Because looking at him was one of her favorite things to do. But also because if he messed with anything, he was getting smacked with the stirrer.
"It doesn't matter. It was just a thought." There were alternatives. West might look into them maybe... privately.
She was giving him particular looks. He didn't mind the looks, but he hadn't done anything to warrant thoughts of violence yet had he? And she had that look about her. Like she was contemplating a bite or two.
West peeked back.
It was HER potion. If she wanted him to help with more, she could ask really nicely... and pay him with kisses maybe.