Cassandra looked down and realized she'd forgotten her purse. Cussing up a storm (cursing was something [i]extremely[/i] different, in her experience), she went back to the food table. As she found the black leather bag, she also saw Hana there, lagging behind the rest of the witchlings. [color=DCDCDC][i]Huh. I thought everybody was already up at the house.[/i]

"Oh, hello, Hana. I almost didn't see you there."[/color] Cassandra gave Hana a warm grin as she went up to the potioneer witch. [color=DCDCDC] "Mind walking down to the house with me? I could certainly use the company, and I've got a few ideas I want to talk to you about, if you'd be so good." [/color]