What a scandal that would cause back home - going out with a suitor without someone to make sure nothing untoward would happen. But perhaps that was the point? Perhaps the untoward didn't matter anymore. "When you're someone like me, you don't really get a choice," her voice grew quiet, tone more serious than she would have liked, "You become someone's hero, someone's villain. The choice isn't yours - it's outside forces who decide for you."
It seemed Peter knew a Potter of sorts but the way he froze suggested something was off. She watched him in silence as he explained, searching his face for more clues. "More recent. Apparently, it was his future self that hid the key in the first place."
Cassandra's gaze flitted to the moonlit window, the forest beyond. There were dangers there - probably more than there had been before - but the hunting would likely be good too if it came down to that. "Perhaps I'll bring up the suggestion - should it become necessary. Teach you boys how to be men," she smiled then, laughing at her own teasing.