Ian nodded and poured himself a cup of coffee. He didn't particularly like coffee, but it always made him look more sophisticated. He took a sip, and tried his best to hide the face he made whenever he drank it, before putting the cup back down on the table. Pulling his wand from his belt, he slyly waved it at the cup, and muttered a spell.

He took another sip. A lovely cup of sugary tea. He knew he got an O in Transfiguration for something.