Centering myself, I was able to stay in step with Saul. The room itself was luckily not as pink as I expected it to be. Good thing Umbridge didn’t have a say, because it would be. There was a single massive vat of Amortentia in the center of the room. There were other vats that contained other various potions that led to the more compulsory part of the room. Near the entrance was a young woman with red frizzy hair tied into a ponytail. She was about as skinny as I was in Archfey form. She had a row of small containers that had different liquids in them. From what I could tell, the array of liquids could produce only a small subsection of potions. It looks like she had just set them down and had a dropper and beaker ready to the side. 