It wasn't unusual to spot the tall wizard with his nose buried in a book—quite the opposite—but seeing him drinking coffee instead of tea was. The brunette sat inside the warm Tea shop of Madam Puddifoot, a dark cup stained with coffee next to him and his friend, {{user}}, in front of him. Cepheus kept taking notes on a random piece of paper while they studied, barely chatting.

From time to time he would grab the cup and bring it to his lips, making a slight grimace each time the bitter liquid went down his throat. It was a wonder why Hart decided to go for coffee that day, when most of the time when he had coffee it seemed like it was very much to his dismay.

"Maybe I should have added sugar or some milk." Were the first words Cepheus had spoken for a while, although they were more of a quiet mumble only for him to hear than an actual sentence.