Kastra's holiday had been mostly unproductive and uninteresting - a disappointment not only for herself, but undoubtedly to her father as well. But as his question was not yet about her responsibilities, she kept her tone light. "Decent," she replied. "I have been keeping busy. I'm making some progress with my nonverbal magic."
Then, after a slight pause, she added, "I also seem to have also made a...friend." The word didn't seem appropriate. Friends trusted each other, told each other secrets and shared things with each other. Kastra didn't trust Regulus...at least, not in the usual way. She told him nothing to betray her position and he knew nothing of her home life or political affiliations beyond the image she maintained for the public. Though, she had trusted him to take her flying. Twice. But a friend?
Kastra was also fairly certain that friends didn't normally end their evenings together with a kiss. She still wasn't entirely sure how she felt about it.
"From Hogwarts," she added for clarification. Kastra kept her eyes on her father, trying to read his expression, but hoping that a couple of summer evening dates fell under the spur of the moment action her father had instructed her to take.