So. Tea with the traits of someone in particular. Mo pulled faces as he jerked out parchment and started drafting a short list of who he knew well enough to make into a tea blend. In some ways, the list was pretty obvious, which was why he avoided putting down any family members. His father and mother both drank home blends, often using flowers and plants from their own garden. There was a whole list of plants that would remind Mo of them, or of his older sisters.

So maybe a friend. He scribbled down West's name and then immediately crossed it out. Was there an herb that seemed pleasing in the mouth but ate a hole in your stomach when you swallowed it? Alice was out too, more because he didn't want to dwell on her too long when West was already mad at him, and Mo rejected Dora and Nigel as too complicated, and therefore somehow uninspiring.

Cat was a good option, but she didn't seem like a tea to him. She was a fizzy drink. So that left... no one. Mo scribbled more names on his parchment, a scattershot of ideas that didn't really strike him as right. Ravenclaw House, Ravenclaw Quidditch Team, Professor Botros, Headmistress GingerLady, his aunt Anj, his cousin Colby, his sorta-sister Alena, people with green eyes, the country of Canada, yetis in Tibet, pretty girls in general...

Pretty girls. Mo sat up straight and wrote in big letters across the middle of his parchment:

Hehe.