In the morning, Albus sat at his desk, picked up a cup of steaming morning tea, and took a small sip. As the rich, bitter flavor bloomed on the tip of his tongue, the muscles of his face involuntarily crinkled into a tight knot.
His gaze fell upon the piece of parchment lying on the table. After taking another large gulp of the pungent tea, he distastefully set the cup down, and the slight weariness in his eyes finally gave way to their usual shrewdness.
"That is truly a strange spectacle, drinking strong tea first thing in the morning," came an indolent, mocking voice from a portrait on the right.
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