Tea

The Great Hall, breakfast.

„Earl Grey."

„Russian blend."

„Earl Grey."

„Russian blend."

"You're biased and your local patriotism is shining through."

"That's not true. Apparently, it's good."

Snape didn't look convinced. He mixed the contents of his cup with a spoon and looked impatiently at the lees, drowning slowly.

„Sugar, perhaps?", asked Severus.

Karkaroff shuddered.

„I haven't fallen so low. Never."

„Milk?", asked Snape. He tried to push the lees back with his spoon but it didn't work.

They are always coming back, he thought, slightly irritated.

"Now that would be a crime", said Igor decisively.

"You can see crime there", murmured Severus, taking a sip of his tea and nodding his head into the direction Filius Flitwick, who was sitting several chairs away.

Karkaroff looked at the small Charms Professor. Flitwick was drinking something that probably didn't deserve to be called tea.

"Tea bags?", Igor asked himself, extending his hand to pick up a cup of freshly brewed best Russian tea blend. "Ja w eto nie wierju"

Note:

(in Russian) I don't believe in that.