Felicity hadn't really drunk that much tea when she'd been in America, no matter how much her British father had kept in the house. Ever since they'd moved to London, though, and he'd taken her and her other, American, dad out to afternoon tea, she'd been hooked. All of the different kind of tea, and the little cakes and sandwiches.

And since she'd come to Hogwarts and things had gotten serious with Flynn, he'd just encouraged her tea loving, because he did. She's borrowed his cup many a time, but today Felicity had acquired one from the kitchens, along with a teapot and some cakes, courtesy of the house elves, and had settled herself on the end of the Slytherin table. Tea and cakes to make herself feel a little better.