"What I wouldn't give." She mused dreamily thinking of working in the same workspace as one of the Puceys let alone Adrian. "You know the teachers still talk about him. It's even more when you hear of the stories around the dungeons." She collected herself. Even most girls her age were obsessed with Quidditch or the latest wizarding and muggle bands but no, not her. She had volumes of the wizarding worlds top potionmasters going back to the 'apothecaries' of Middle Ages. She never liked the term but it was necessary all things considering.
She picked up her head from the vat again. "Nothing, I thought I saw an inconsistency." She kept stirring. Her sense of smell checked out but this didn't exactly have anything to do with that. Her mother had gone over and over with her that when a love potion was brewed properly anyone could smell something that welled up desire in them but she still couldn't and this one was near perfect.
"I wonder how the public office chooses those test crews." She thought of some unbeknownst group of wizards on the remote regions and dragging them in or kidnaping muggles for the experiments and then obliviating the memories once they recovering. Both sounded just a little dark, but she remembers doing that autopsy and it was hard to believe the big wigs upstairs 100% approved of their work.
She doubted seriously they would be as enthused as Noah at the this potion and they were more interested in unlocking that 'special' trait of love than where the line is between infatuation and love.