Cassandra always had to wonder how English Albus still was. She supposed it was fair to ask how English she still was. She had lived most of her life in Germany, but some part of her still missed England. London. She missed memories that she had never had there - the chance to rent out some ratty little flat after graduating from Hogwarts while struggling to find a job. She wondered if Albus missed things in the same way that she did. Somehow, she doubted it.
When Albus asked her how she was, she thought she could hear the real question that was slipped underneath. "Oh, Albus," she said quietly, leaning forward to delicately breathe in another mouthful of smoke from the hookah that was on the edge of the blanket. She laid down slowly on the blanket, letting her feet move off of it so they ended up in the grass. Some part of her wondered - was still wondering - if Gellert had decided to sign the death warrant that had been on his desk when Cassandra had walked in for their fateful meeting if Albus would have allowed such a thing to pass. It was disheartening; in truth, she'd been quite depressed over the whole matter, although she wasn't about to let Albus or Gellert see that. She had come with Albus to Germany because she thought she'd been able to make a difference - and maybe she had - but to think that she could be dispatched so easily was quite painful. She thought of Albus as the last of her family and now she was coming to the awful realization that such a sentiment probably wasn't reciprocated. Perhaps she had been nothing more than another tool that Albus had supplied to Gellert's arsenal. But it was far too late to regret such things.
"You don't really want to hear about such things," Cassandra said and she sounded cheerful enough, a small smile over her face as she answered what Albus had really been asking. "And I don't particularly want to discuss them, so there we are."