Is it possible to be genuinely addicted to tea? The witch who runs the cafe next door to us seems to think so and I believe she threatened to cut me off. Bit ridiculous really. The end result was that I ended up having lemonade with my lunch today instead and I think that's why I've had a headache all afternoon. Well, until I self-medicated with a white-one-sugar in one of the chipped blue mugs. Nothing fantastic, but better than nothing. I'm starting to think I should bring my own mugs in. I suspect I'll have to chain them to my desk, and possibly employ a guard dog, but tea tastes so much better out of them. I'm pretty sure someone's been stealing my proper tea too. I don't care what anyone else says - teabags are
not the same.
Now that I've spent a paragraph discussing tea, I'm wondering if she had a point...
In other news, I'm pondering getting a pet. Owls just aren't friendly enough and you can't really have conversations with them. Not that you can with other animals either, but at least a cat would pretend to listen. I can only assume I somehow insulted the man at Eeylops back in first year since I'm pretty sure he sold me the grumpiest owl they had. Sorry, Sebastian, but it's true. I've seen other people with their owls and they don't blatantly ignore them or continually bite them. It did mean I knew my healing spells off by heart after a few months but I'd rather have a polite owl.
I'm thinking a cat would be nice.