Love and other poisons

Being born without magic into one of the most ancient magical families is half the problem. The second is my relatives who decided to take care of me at all costs. I ran away from them to the edge of the country, entered the academy and thought that now I could take my life into my own hands. And then a former battle mage was transferred to our group, and then I was assigned to him to catch up on the material, and then... then I accidentally drank a poisonous love potion, which they wanted to mix with him. Hey magician, how about we live happily ever after?