Re: Peter/Cass
She exhaled softly, glancing away from him this time, "Usually, I can ignore it. Just a small point behind my eyes. Other times, I cannot even stand candlelight." She didn't know what a migraine was - or at least the term for it and treating headache pain wasn't considered particularly important 100+ years ago. It was a symptom, not its own individual problem. "I've tried every potion and herbal remedy. Even Muggle pills. Nothing touches them."
Talking about bees was far more enjoyable. That, and her time in the outdoors. Her headaches only got worse if she acknowledged them. "Trelawneys used to be druids. That too was tradition," but she seemed to be the last one to care about it. As the cities and towns crowded out the world, farming, nature, and its associated magic was going by the wayside. Or... it had?
A soft, nearly silent laugh escaped her at that ridiculous bow, his admission of his cad nature bringing a smile back. "I am. I don't know about you," and she certainly wasn't going to force him. But he was following up with a compliment and she squeezed his hand gently, "I think you're doing fine. The last time I smiled this much... I was eleven and I was hiding in the library with Albus after a professor had made me feel utterly terrible about having a vision in class."