She really wished she had thought to bring Cass in on this case, and she should have realised they had been friends. They had played quidditch together, now that she thought about it.
She heard their easy banter, and cursed herself again. But when Bletchley turned on his way out and warned him about Cass, she smirked. "Don't worry, I know he really is devious. And don't worry, we'll let you know when we apprehend Rosmerta's killer." It was a common courtesy, after all. Even if he was a Death Eater.
She watched him head away to get his wand, wondering now where she was going to start on Rosmerta's case. Cass interrupted her with his question. "Don't worry, you'll get fed," she said with a smirk, gathering up her paperwork from her interview so she could do up a report as to why Bletchley wasn't the suspect.
"If you want dinner, you have a large selection of leftover pasta from my cold box." She wasn't in the mood for being a domestic goddess, not even for Cass.