2 Failures

Apparently, the Room of Requirement can provide me with milktea either. What's the use of magic here when I can't have the one thing I'm craving?

I tried to mix the whole tea and milk and ice, which is how these drinks are supposed to be made right? Wrong.

It tastes so weird and I think it's the tea leaves that the house elves gave me. Not the usual tea leaves I'm used to, honest. I've tried the teabags my mom loves and it doesn't taste like this.

These tea leaves are weaker and less aromatic and when mixed with milk, they lose their flavor. What if I add ice and sugar?

That's two more experiments gone wrong and I'm honestly out of options now. Should I just fake an illness so I could go home? Ran away from Hogwarts for a while? Apparition lessons are still months from now. Ugh.

The only consolation I'm looking at is the upcoming Hogsmeade weekend. Maybe a few stores know what milktea is, but I'm not getting my hopes up.

Somehow I feel that if I want milktea, then I gotta make it myself. Hah, story of my life. Nothing has ever been given to me, I even had to fight for my life when I was born.

Grandma always loved telling that story. How when I was pushed out of my mom's womb, I started having trouble breathing, and that I spent months in the NICU. She has seen my parents struggle on the hospital, looking at fetus me as if they could pass their breaths onto me.

And as I grew older, I have to struggle against my weak lungs, my weak body. Can't do sports, can't ride rollercoasters or even anything remotely similar to speed.

Imagine the thrill I had during my first broom lessons. I was so happy when we finally mounted that broom. And as I began to fly, I had tight grips on two things: my broom and the inhaler I kept on my pocket.

Inhalers are really good companions when dealing with stairs. But well, my doctor says it is good for me to strengthen my body by using the stairs more as long as I don't overexert.

Some professors are aware, but I'm not sure who since I haven't really had an attack here. Maybe I could use this asthma so I could go home and pack a ton of milktea. Except they wouldn't taste as good when they're freshly made.

Why are all the best things in life better when they're fresh? Like me.

That decided it then, I have to make my own magical version of a milktea even if it kills me. Preferably before that, thank you very much.

Before I return to my dorm, I pass by the library and checked out a book of leaves that is grown around here, magical or not. Maybe some of these may work, may even taste better than the ones sold in the muggle world. Ooh, what a nice idea.