"Between the two of us I'm sure we can loosen him up, just a bit." Cassandra shared a look with Molly that said I don't mind whipping up 'something' if it comes to that. She watched Molly got serious and listened to her friend's words.
She nodded, "I think you're right." Cassandra didn't know how to explain that the Puceys still seemed to be on a much different level but potioneering ran though their vein, and while she would never tell her mother as much the focus on love potions or similar brews didn't make her at her best. "I'll send an owl to the family manor and see what happens."
Cassandra walked back out in her street clothes holding several in the crook of her arm. "I think these for sure." She handed Molly the grey, scarlet, and emerald green cloaks. "I'd love to see if you have some more jackets that might fit."