Cassandra was practicing scanning magical objects when her phone rang and distracted her long enough for the spell to fizzle completely. "Oh… well, six times out of ten aren't bad." she gathered her supplies and put them away before checking her phone for any messages. The clean up took about twenty minutes, and when she checked her phone she realized she should have moved faster, because it was a call from Max. He probably had a case and they had been waiting on her at that coffee shop and everyone was already assembled and she was the last to arrive and they would be mad and-

She took a breath to push out her panic. If she hurried to the shop now, regardless if she looked a little like she'd been climbing in a chimney, she could still almost make the meeting. She quickly grabbed her jacket and locked her door, running down the street both because it was close, and because she refused to buy a car. At last she reached the door and quietly opened it.

She walked over to the table, sitting down in the nearest open spot. She looked like she was on the verge of tears. "I'm sorry that I'm late. I didn't mean to and time got away from me and suddenly you called but I didn't think it was a case so I just put all of my spell supplies away and then I heard the message and ran here." she spoke very quickly and when she finished she was nearly hiding under the table. "I'm sorry… don't be mad…"