The perfume was another crowning achievement, though it had taken a little under a year to perfect. It was ostensibly a love potion, but it didn't work the same way as the usual concoction. The user didn't need to get their desired Paramore to drink it and then hope they could arrange it so that they were the next person they set eyes on after. Lily simply spritzed the fragrant purple liquid on her neck and chest, briefly smelling lavender before fading away. It worked like ordinary perfume but with a much more devilishly powerful effect. If anyone caught her gaze and happened to catch a whiff of the aroma she was now coated in, they would fall madly and unreservedly in love. When first testing its effect, Lily had turned married and powerful men into slobbering puppies offering their most prized possessions up for the possibility of spending the night with her. One had even offered to murder his spouse. After this, she re-brewed the formula and diluted its strength, but it was still potent enough for her purposes. She was going to coax a confession out of the assassin and, more importantly, find out what had possessed him to attack her brother. Her brother was the most powerful and merciless wizard in all of history. There had to be a deeper plot to this, perhaps other conspirators in play or a larger nefarious organization behind the attack. In any case, she would know soon enough.Reviewing herself in the mirror, she was pleased with her costume and appearance. The perfume had no effect on her, so she was unbiased in her opinion, but she knew she looked beautiful, perilously beautiful. Before leaving, she put on the crown of Ravenclaw to add a regal flavour to her visage and apparated out again to meet the assassin.