"I... would rather not have lessons taught to me by an eleven-year-old," she pressed her lips together for a moment, trying not to smile, "They're still a bit snotty and smelly." But she suspected that it would happen in the end - for most of them. Children would become the source of knowledge that they needed.
She tried to imagine opening up Hogsmeade again or Diagon Alley but it didn't feel right. They were so... Dead. And she imagined her home, which had been just outside of the village, likely wasn't standing anymore. It was probably just a pile of discarded stones that no one remembered had been once a house. So she nodded her agreement but for now, focused on the glass. "Quartz then, perhaps? Or lead," she offered, not knowing that lead glass had gone out of fashion for a reason. "Or a mixture."
"It isn't my place," she began with, keeping her tone carefully soft, "but he thinks the same, you know? That you'll get sick of him and leave. But you heard nothing from me and it is an affair between you and your friends and I'm stopping." She made a motion with her hands as if she were dismissing the whole thing.
Cassandra wanted to focus on the problems at hand. "Well, the trick is recent and familiar with Muggles. That is in short supply." She had to cover her mouth with the back of her hand, stifling her laughter as he dismissed a whole bloody country as backwoods. So easy to do when it was bloody Scotland, wasn't it? "There are a lot of villages not too far from here. Maybe Dufftown so 'tis not too far." Escaping the castle for a bit was a terrible temptation but she'd never been in trouble in her life. Cassandra bit her bottom lip, clearly unsure about it.