Charity moved from her spot, setting her worn copy of Dracula on the table as she went for another cup. Most people would've summoned it, but sometimes she just had to move. Sometimes, she equated magic was laziness. She walked back and climbed back into her chair, pouring him a cup and setting the top back down.
His coldness didn't really bother her, she was used to it, not just from him but from other people as well. She took a sip of her tea, curling her hands around the mug. "I'm not tired, I suppose." she shrugged, chuckling a little bit as he mentioned teaching not being her most suited profession. "I don't let my students affect my sleep pattern, quite the opposite really."
There was a moment of silence. "Do anything worth writing home about this summer?" she asked, curiously.