RP: Albus & Cassandra Who: Albus Dumbledore & Cassandra Trelawney When: March 7th, Late afternoon Where: The Divination classroom What: Old friends have tea.
There were a number of rules being broken by Albus and Cassandra and likely both knew them by heart. For one, a lady should never take even tea unchaperoned with a man of any status. Nevermind the disturbing lack of gloves that always followed her around. Her grandmother often went red in the face reminding her to put on her bloody gloves. Of course, one could not do what she was doing with the dried herbs she found in the classroom with gloves.
Nevermind the dust (there were enchanted feather dusters trying to clean the place up on their own), she had things to do. She had cleared off a few of the student tables, one set up for tea and the other being a small workspace. The bits she ground together in a pestle were a mixture of opium poppy, salvia, and a few magical herbs which were known to induce hallucinations - or open up the Inner Eye for guided prophecy. If all else failed to find the key, she would risk the oracular herbs nevermind the dangerous side effects that they could cause or the fragile state they left her in. She just... Wanted to be prepared.
And if she was mixing them just then so Albus would know her plan should all else fail, he'd either agree or talk her out of it. She wasn't sure which she would have preferred. Cassandra heard footsteps on the ladder so she set her pestle aside and wiped her hands on the skirt of her dress out of habit. A fond smile grew and as soon as he had sure footing, she had essentially launched herself at Albus, wrapping her arms around his middle in the friendliest, most familiar hug he was likely to get. "Have you gotten taller or have I gotten shorter?"