"I should've known better." She let a giggle escape. "I'm sure you remember I'm a Syltherin, correct?" She let the word seep in a bit, not for shock value but just for a bit of fun.
"A few of Mums clients." She stopped she wasn't quite sure if Noah knew what her mother. "She managed to get me some lessons with some of the those Ministry-approved potionsmasters over the years."
Cassandra let a smile cross her lip, for a Gryffindor her mother had quite the business sense and when some couldn't pay for her wares she bartered.
Cassandra shuddered. "Mintumble. She's nice and all but what I wouldn't give accidentally push her into one of those brain tanks. Nothing serious, just a few weeks of her being away from me."
She felt a sort of bond with Noah, "I do find it interesting that we're both children of world renown pranksters and yet we can't stand the tricks. I appreciate that about you, Noah."
She lowered her nose off the surface of the slow churning liquid. It never smelled distinctive enough to her and she passed the hours stirring wondering what that could me. Surely she had some idea of something that she loved.