Sam pursed her lips to one side as she looked up at the sign, trying to gauge whether it hit the angle that she was wanting to come from. She was attempting to make alchemy look appealing, fun even. And it was fun - at least it was to Samia, who had always been a bit of a crazy scientist. She loved being able to play around with potions in the lab. Though trying to create the Philosopher's Stone was still the primary focus of the majority of modern alchemists, it had lost its appeal since Nicholas Flamel had succeeded in both creating and destroying his own. Nobody wanted a repeat performance of Voldemort's attempt at wziarding domination, and it seemed as though having a stone as precious and as dangerous as that which had introduced the famous Harry Potter to his nemesis was a prime way of aiding the dangerous witches and wizards that still inhabited their world.

Along the table, Sam had set up various potions. She had a small dish of amortentia, for which the company was named, which would be used for students to smell (not taste). To every person, the potion had a particular smell, one that was different to the person next to them. It was a smell that they liked, a smell that made them feel giddy. For Sam, the most pungent smell had always been a baby smell; that clean, warm, powdered smell of a newborn or a small toddler.

There was a Ministry of Magic controlled vial of veritaserum, which was an extremely weakened version of the real thing. This kind of vial was used for these sorts of things; advertising, career advice and demonstrations. It was designed by the Unspeakables, so that the subject of the trial wouldn't actually reveal anything that they subconsciously didn't want others to know.

Finally, Sam came to a small vial of felix felicis. This was the prize for a small competition she was going to hold - the winner of which would be very lucky indeed. She picked the vial up between her forefinger and thumb, and held it in front of her eyes admiring the mystical glint of the liquid inside.

"Bet we could all do wi' a vial o' that." One of Sam's colleagues grinned at her, and Sam grinned back nodding. If she had a vial of this, Thomas would disappear and leave Sam alone with Lewis, never coming back.

Naomi stepped with cautious curiosity and a meandering gaze through the various booths set up in the Hogwarts courtyard, mostly to confirm the location and presence of her mother, and then to get as far away from her as possible. With the bustling amount of students and looming presence of the world outside Hogwarts, it seemed like an easy goal for a witch wrapped in a lightweight green and silver striped to accomplish.

One such booth, out of sight of the Mungo's tent was Amorentia's Alchemy--a name she assumed was a clever name for the booth and not actually the specific designation of the career being advertised. But after a casual pass at the table, a waft of hair filled her lugs with the warning wet breeze before a storm, the thick scent of jungle growth, and a mixture of spice and fish. She furrowed her brow as she leaned over and sniffed the bowl the smell came from, making her confused, hungry, and fidgety.

"Strawberries and cream!"

A girl next to her jumped excitedly and began exclaiming more delicious desserts, then she looked like she was getting ready to eat it. Naomi's eyes widened to their full virid color before she looked at the coordinators of the booth nervously, "Uh..." she looked back at the the bowl-of-something-smitten girl, trying to find some answer to the strange situation, before she finally blurted, "'Dis... Amorentia?"

She had only ever known her mother and uncles to make it, but she hadn't really had such a first-person experience with it.

Students were starting to mill around the booth already, the majority of whom had been subconsciously dragged by their sense of smell. Many of them were exciteably naming the things they could smell; sweet treats, fruits, wood, paper, spices. The usual things made an appearance, but Sam also heard some strange things, one of which was mouldy cheese. Sam's little nose scrunched up slightly. Mouldy cheese?! Well, each to their own she thought.

One giddy young girl was shouting out names of desserts, but the student that caught Sam's attention was the girl next to her, watching on with slight confusion. As the student guessed what it was, Sam smiled and nodded. "Yes, it is. The potion for which the company is named." Sam waved her hand up towards the banner, which proudly (or garishly, depending on the onlooker) displayed the company's name. "This company was founded over two hundred years ago, back in the days when there was no restriction on the production of potions - the majority of potions were actually traded in what would be considered as a 'black market' nowadays," Sam began to explain, a few of the other students tearing their noses away from the dish of pearly liquid. "Now, of course, the Ministry has imposed quite heavy restrictions on things like this," she indicated to the dish, "to ensure that nobody is forced into anything against their own free will. Although technically speaking it is not illegal to produce Amortentia for personal use, there are hefty fines for companies such as ours that seek to sell for profit."

"So why do you make it then?" A girl no older than fourteen was pushed forward by her two friends, all three of them eyeing the potion hungrily out of the corner of their eyes.

Sam nodded. "A good question. Although we are responsible for producing many potions for places such as St.Mungo's, we are primarily a research institute. We do our own research into the boundaries of potions such as this, and we look at different ways of manipulating them to tweak the effects. That is the fun part of the job. If you like messing around with potions and making things blow up, you'd love my job." She grinned.