“Lily,

I think my amortentia would smell like...the first snowfall of winter. Mum’s perfume...the garage. Pinewood.

Lily...I know I...sometimes ignore your letters...and get mad at you...but I do miss you. Hearing about all your studies sometimes makes me kind of sad...but this...potion thing does sounds cool. It smells different to everyone. Hah, maybe I’d smell my Vernon’s cologne…

What does YOURS smell like, hmm? I’d VERY much like to know, Lily.

School is going well. And then I’ll be off to University next year. Hope your term is going well.

Love,
Petunia”