Christmas didn’t mean much to Cass on it’s own. It was good business, and she enjoyed that part, and it was always sweet to see what interesting gifts she and her father got each other, always aiming to find something truly obscure. They often ended up selling their gifts, as neither were particularly sentimental, it was all about the challenge for them.
Her father had come to the village nearby, where Cass had stayed with him in his caravan. The innkeepers wouldn’t give a known werewolf a room, even though he had promised (despite Cass’s hopes) to be out by the full moon. Ridiculous, but they were used to it.
Now that he was gone, and students were arriving back at Hogwarts, she’d set up a stall full of supplies that people might possibly need for the next term. Seeing someone walk up, she smiled brightly. “Looking for something in particular?”
She was about to pass the stall, but decided to head towards it instead. It reminded her of the stalls the family put up, and she wanted to take a look at what they might be selling. Plus the girl behind it looked very familiar, and she made it a point to not forget a face. Once Tatiana walked closer, she was able to put a name to the face. One of Sam’s business partners, if she recalled correctly. “Cassandra Armstrong.. was it? My, look at you. It’s been- how long since I last saw you? Oh, that doesn’t matter. You still look as lovely. How are you, dear?” She glanced at the table. “I see you are continuing to follow in your father’s footsteps.”