"Just with the cleaning and sorting," she answered, watching him for a moment, "But I can handle that if--Well, I've never been good at the charms part." She had some things she was quite good at in that department but they had taken ages of practice and she just didn't have the time.
That was his news? She frowned slightly as she set the kettle aside, taking the time to fill a couple of tea infusers for their cups. She was being polite there - keeping her nose out of Albus's tea leaves. "That was... five years ago for me, Albus," the disappointment that it was all he trusted her with was obvious in her voice. Cassandra made an effort not to pry into his life but she did often know things that she ought not to and he knew that well enough.
Tea infusers in the chosen cups, she poured the steaming hot water over them as he rejoined her. "Yes... And those are only the prophecies I care to share. There are nearly twelve books hidden away. Full to the brim," Cassandra's exhaustion coated her voice, made her words tremble slightly. She had to set the kettle down, pinching the bridge of her nose once she had a hand free. "I'm trying so hard not to pry."