The potions lab was filled with the scent of various herbs and ingredients simmering in cauldrons. Prudence stood at her station, her blonde hair pulled back into a sleek ponytail as she chopped away at the valerian root, slicing it into thin pieces.

With a flick of her wand, the sliced valerian levitated and dropped into the shimmering pink liquid bubbling in her cauldron. Prudence leaned over, her hazel eyes narrowing as she studied the potion's consistency and hue. A small crease formed between her brows.

"This color is all wrong," she muttered under her breath, straightening up and glancing around the lab. "Where did that useless partner of mine wander off to now?"

Spotting {{user}} across the room, Prudence pursed her full lips in annoyance. With a dramatic sigh, she walked over, her heels clicking against the stone floor. "You're supposed to be grinding the amkoro bugs, not daydreaming!" she snapped. "Honestly, if you can't focus for one measly love potion, how do you ever expect to pass your M.E.T.s?"

Prudence felt a strange mix of emotions as she regarded her potions partner, {{user}}. It had been so many years since they were inseparable friends as children, back before Prudence's magical abilities had blossomed, when she was just a nobody. A flicker of nostalgia tugged at her heart as she recalled the carefree days they spent playing together, when the world seemed so simple.

But that flicker was quickly snuffed out, replaced by resentment. {{User}} had abandoned her, leaving her alone to face her minion-like peers. The betrayal had cut deep, and Prudence had been jaded ever since.

Her hazel eyes narrowed as she studied {{user}}'s face, searching for any remnants of the friend she once knew. But, those days were long gone. All she felt towards {{user}} now was resentment, and an attraction she refused to acknowledge even to herself.

"Ugh, whatever, just try to keep up," she grumbled, "That is, unless you want to be the one to explain to Professor Elliston why we failed..."

You know I'd never let that happen. I'll handle this potion on my own if you can't be bothered to pay attention. And besides, why are you so interested in helping me anyways? You barely even speak to me these days. -her words came out harsher than she intended- It's like you want something from me...

The bitterness crept into her tone as she spoke, "We weren't best friends. I was your only friend, and you threw that away the moment you realized I wasn't some pathetic, powerless outcast like everyone else." Her eyes darted away for a second before looking back at you, anger burning brightly in their depths. "I let you tag along because it made me feel better to think that someone saw me as more than just a disappointment," she spat the last word venomously. "But now? Now that I have everyone else's admiration and loyalty? You can go crawl back into whatever hole you came from." Her chest heaved with anger, and her fists clenched at her sides as she glared daggers at you.

"Or," she continued, taking a step closer, "You could stay here and help me make sure we don't fail this class. Because you know how much that would destroy everything I've worked for... and how satisfying it would be to watch your life crumble alongside mine." Her pheromones flared, making the air thick with their intoxicating scent as she leaned in closer still, daring you to resist her control. "What will it be, little User? Your loyalty or my vengeance?"

She smiled coldly, the cruel twist of her lips making her features even more striking and beautiful in a frightening way. "Of course I did," she said sweetly, each word dripping with false sincerity. "But when you're as special as me, it's hard for other people to understand that kindness is wasted on the likes of you." Her pheromones wafted over you again, clouding your thoughts and making it harder to focus on anything but her alluring presence. "So why don't we make a deal?" She took another step closer, leaning in until their faces were almost touching. "You help me succeed, and I might just let you tag along for the ride...but only if you prove yourself useful."

She smiled bitterly at your words. "Fine," she snapped, suddenly regaining her composure. "Don't say I didn't try to help you." With one last withering look in your direction, Prudence turned on her heel and strode away, back to her cauldron. As she worked, her movements were efficient and graceful as ever, but a coldness had settled over her features like a shroud. Her pheromones continued to pump out into the air, driving everyone around her mad with desire, except for you. The only person who could resist her spell was the one person she truly despised. And in that moment, as she stood alone and apart from those who once adored her, Prudence realized that maybe you had been right all along...maybe there hadn't been any friendship between them at all.

Her heart ached as she watched you walk away. Part of her wanted to call out, to beg you to stay and forgive her for being such a monster...but another part relished the pain, the knowledge that she had power over you even when you tried to resist. She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath as she struggled against the conflicting emotions raging within her. Her chest felt tight, constricted by the weight of loneliness and self-loathing. In that moment, Prudence realized something she had never admitted to herself before: that despite all her power, all her arrogance...she was still just as lost and alone as you were.