"Taylor, come on. We can't be late for Potions. Professor Snape will give us detention," Albus complained.

  "Wait. I found a reverse love potion."

  "A what?"

  "A love potion that your uncle made for Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes! If you drink this, the girl of your dreams will like you instantly." Taylor stared at a girl passing by.

  "Who is the girl?"

  "Well, I've been crushing on Stacey Hunter."

  "Stacey Hunter! She's the most popular girl in Hogwarts! She's the sister of Carson Hunter, the seeker for the Bulgarian Quidditch team!"

  "Oooohhhhh. I heard that our little Taylor has a giirrrllllfriiieeennnddd!" Ceasar said as he walked up.

  "Shut up, Ceasar. I'm gonna drink it."

  "No! Taylor, that could have poison in it!"

  "I don't care. What do I have to lose? This could be the only time I could get her to like me."

  "Well, Taylor. I see that you've already lost your MIND and now you're gonna lose control of yourself. And besides, Taylor. I'm no Diviner, but Malfoy probably poisoned it. Either Professor, Melvis, or Scorpius."

  Taylor rolled his eyes and turned the bottle around so that Albus and Ceasar could see the label. It read, 'Have a special date! Just kidding. For your true love. -George Weasley.'

  "Ceasar, one time out of a hundred, you're wrong. And THIS time, you're wrong." Before Ceasar could defend himself, Taylor opened the bottle and took a giant swig. He dropped the bottle and fell down.

  "Albus, I told you one was my special number!"

  "Whatever. Let's carry him to the infirminary before people notice."