HP: Black Tea Isn't Black

Warning: I'm just writing this story for fun. It's entirely because there's a kid sitting on a tall stool in my head, making such a racket that I can't focus on anything else. I couldn't stand it anymore, so I had to get him out of my head. I haven't thought through the setting at all. I've only decided on the Sorting Ceremony; everything else is still up in the air. I haven't even settled on the exact era yet. For now, I'm tentatively setting it in the Marauders' generation.