Cass wasn't sure they would be fine - or rather, he didn't feel sure that this child would be. No child should be suddenly separated from his mother like this, and it worried him. Somehow he came to think of Emilia, what life would have been like had she really been his mother.
He sighed, leaning his face into Percy's touch, letting it calm him. Well calm him until Percy mentioned school and homework. He groaned. 'I didn't even like school and homework when I went to school myself,' he grumbled, making a face.
Truth was that until Cass had met, and talked to, an Auror, thereby deciding immediately what was he wanted to do with his life, his marks had not been particularly good. He'd managed, but barely more - mostly because he didn't care to studdy but spent his time on a broom instead. Knowing what he wanted - and thereby needed - had made all the difference in the world motivation wise. Before then he'd much rather read books for fun than for studying.
'I'll talk to Marietta,' he then said, not looking forward to that either. Right now he wasn't sure he could without hexing the woman. Just thinking about it had him annoyed, and so he promptly changed subject.
'About having something to do though, don't you think it's time I started to work again?'
Ok so maybe not the smoothest transition, but nevertheless it was a question which had been on his mind. He moved around almost as well as before the coma (though he hadn't tried running yet), he had his wand and his magic got stronger every time he used it. Sure, he needed to train - but maybe he could do some good while training?