Hope had very nearly been late to class--she had gotten caught up in a book and lost track of time--but fortunately she'd managed to slide into her place just in time. She'd tried to be rather quiet as class began, hoping no one would pay her much notice till she caught her breath.
And then--love charms. Oh my. Hope was not sure she was in love, or even in like, with anybody just yet, though she had hopes for the future. But well--what would she smell in a love potion? Three favorite things... After thinking a bit, she picked up her quill, carefully dipped it, and wrote down:
* baked apples
* freshly washed mint
* old leather
Really, it could be any number of things, because had a lot of favorite things, but these were the first that came to her mind. |