"Generally, such compliments are for married couples or family - unless one is considering courting," which they were not, for many obvious reasons. Cassandra let him have control of the conversation, though the way she sat was almost imperious - like sitting with the royal family. "I am Cassandra Trelawney. My descendant was Sibyll." She had no idea if he had known her or not but she filed his name away for now.
She chuckled as he too seemed unimpressed by the Ministry. At least, they all had that in common. "I'd give the castle a bit more credit than that but it is a fair point," she watched his gaze turn away again. Poor dear. He didn't have the benefit of the Inner Eye to guide him. "There are likely newspapers of the incident somewhere. But the current date, aye, talk to the ghost. They're around."
Her smile turned fond at the mention of Albus, "He's here but he's certainly not Headmaster aged. Transfiguration professor instead." The kettle was whistling and she got up from her chair to pull it away from the flame on the iron arm. Flicks of her wand had teacups coming down from the shelves, one settling in front of Peter and the other in Cassandra's spot as she fetched the tin of tea. The tin itself was relatively old but the tea inside was surprisingly fresh. She busied herself with the making, expecting more questions.