Molly turned at the familiar voice, setting he sandwich down as she did. "Cassandra?" She asked, her face lighting up. The two girls had been in different years, and different Houses, but they'd got along famously while in school, either way. When Cassandra had passed her NEWTs, Molly hadn't heard from her (as was normal at school), and she'd still been so much younger than the Slytherin girl. After all, Molly had only been a second-year during Cassandra's 7th. Part of her was surprised Cassandra would recognize her, but maybe she followed her? Wouldn't that be a delight!
"Oh my Godric, you look fabulous!" It was entirely true - Cassandra had aged into a graceful, lithe beauty with perfectly smooth skin and a bright white smile. Molly felt the smallest pang of jealousy as she took in the woman's slim, tall frame but didn't dwell on it - Molly wasn't prone to bitterness or envy. She found them to be tiresome, annoying behaviors.