She didn't like the what-ifs. Normally, a surprise was a novel thing for her but when it came to their lives, it wasn't, well, fun. Her fingers tapped lightly on her cup, the rhythm of no consequence but at least it was steady - like the drone of a metronome, seeking to bring them focus.
"Of course, it seems dead. It is dead. Wizarding Britain is now an extraordinarily large cemetery," her tone was sharp but it wasn't meant for him. The Ministry was incompetent to be sure but how could they have let it get this bad? "I haven't a clue, Albus, but I would suggest that it's not particularly my job to figure that out. That would be the likes of you and the others. Those who like solving a mystery." Cassandra would try to stay out of the way unless she learned something they needed to know.