If there’s one thing I love more than coffee, Harry Potter, and exactly three people, it’s the sacred art of not giving a single flying Hippogriff about anyone’s opinions. Seriously, hand me a mug of espresso so strong it’d wake up Nearly Headless Nick, hand me the Marauder’s Map, and watch me solemnly swear that I am up to no good (and also that I don’t care what you think). My Patronus is probably just a caffeine molecule clutching a broomstick, racing around Hogwarts, avoiding drama and chasing down the next cup. Mischief managed—and so is my tolerance for unsolicited advice. Accio, IDGAF!