Chapter 10

It was the second time I burned myself with my cup of tea.

I had recently bought it when I discovered an internet store about literary articles, and I instantly fell in love with the Harry Potter-themed cup that only required the coat of arms belonging to the book when it was filled to the top by a smoking liquid. Most of the time, I just filled it with water just to have the pleasure of seeing the dark color giving way to the brightness that contained the drawing of the most famous magnificent witchcraft school in the literary world.

As I sadly looked at the bubbles that formed on the side of my hand, the hot liquid smoked the refreshing aroma of lemon balm tea. I loved having tea. And I hated having coffee. I always had to listen to people questioning what I would take when I became old and tired, and my answer was always tea, or a lot of Coca-Cola. But never coffee.

Coffee made me electric at times when I didn't need to, and sleepy when I couldn't rest. Then tea invigo