"You're very welcome. You didn't seem in any state to cast any magic." Or to do anything. She reminded Savannah of something of the drunken girls who hang around her father.
Savannah laughed. "I'm sorry, but that's- no matter the gender, the status or the year we come from, that seems to be the one reaction that is common to all of us when we find out about what they did. We all have the faith in politicians."
She summoned her broom and caught it with her free hand while letting Cassandra use her arm for support. She blamed her focus on the broom for her reaction when Cassandra's words penetrated. "Holy shit, you are that Cassandra. One of your descendant, Sybil, taught Divination at the school. You are part of the books, which doesn't seem as important at the moment." She softened her tone. "I'm sorry about the readjusting. It looks like it's a bitch, but we'll get you to a room, a bed, some tea and it'll already be better than here. I'm in the Hufflepuff dormitory with my Dad who's much younger than he should be. We have plenty of rooms, though. You can come and stay there if you like. On my side alone there are six empty rooms. We do share the living room, which is the old common room. You're happy to get your own room of course. I just thought you might like the company. Or maybe I'd like the company. There's so many bloody men around."