"Allow me," Albus fished his wand from his pocket and flicked in in the direction of the first few tables, directing the layer of dust as it lifted like smoke and flew nearty out the window. It was still rather untidy, of course, but at least one wouldn't end up coughing up dirt if they were in here too long.
He felt the disappointment radiating off Cassandra as she busied herself with the tea. It wasn't a pleasant feeling. Albus supposed it was rather pointless keeping too many secrets from the blonde... even without the yet-to-be-published books in the library, his friend has more than enough ways to find out what he was keeping to himself. Although he wholeheartedly believed she wouldn't go looking, he also knew things tended to... appear to her.
Still, it did not mean he particularly wanted to encourage it.
"I'm afraid I'm rather dull," he told her, with a half hearted shrug. "I mainly teach. I've been working on an alchemy paper with Nicolas Flamel. Doing some work on dragons blood..." Albus waved his wand in the direction of a few more tables, watching as the dust was siphoned off.
He turned back to Cassie, sending her a concerned look. He did worry about her, and if she was having visions that regularly... it wouldn't be good for her. As if reading his mind, there was a dull clunk as she put the kettle back down, her hand flying to her face. With a frown and a couple of long strides, Albus was at her side. "Here." Taking her elbow, he gently steered her in the direction of the nearest chair. "Let me."
Turning back to the teacups, Albus busied himself with serving the drinks. When he spoke, he kept his gaze down on his ink-stained hands. "You may ask me anything, if you think it will help." He hesitated. "How are the visions these days?"