Origin of a Bad Habit
This is a story about a pizza. Fortunately, given the fate of the pizza, it was not mine. But that's not really the point of the story.
Once upon a time, let's say in June, someone left a pizza on the counter in my house and walked away from it.
At this point, we had had Sirius Black for six years and eleven months, and he had no history of going after things on the counter. In fact, I had a somewhat problematic habit of forgetting things on the counter, and he never went after them.
On the other hand, before this, they weren't ever hot delivery pizza.
This time, they were. When the owner of the pizza returned, some period of time later, the pizza box was on the floor and the pizza was almost completely gone.
Before pizza, Sirius had no history of reward for grabbing things off the counter. Frankly, the counter wasn't all that interesting to him. After the pizza, there...
