Miss Potts was quite enjoying the harvest festival; with her young charge at school and her on a retainer, it gave her time to relax a little, perhaps even put a little effort into finding someone who might choose to marry her. The day had been pleasant; she had played some games, bought a few unnecessary nicks nacks and made a corn dolly to take home with her. The last thing she needed for the day was some kind of dessert. Mr Valenduris was partial to a fresh apple pie, and seeing as she was here anyway, it only made sense for the governess to return with something delicious.

There was a younger lady in front of Thea; she had not spoken to her in several years but recognised her as a fellow Hufflepuff from the year below if her memory served her right. She heard the other member of staff member speak to her as she arrived at the counter and saw the woman appear visibly defeated. "No apple cobbler? I feel your pain, Miss Whitby." she said cheerily to the blonde. "May I have a fresh apple pie, and I'll take some of the peach cobbler too? It smells wonderful." one for home, one as a warming treat for herself right now.

"Would you care for some company?" she said to Sage. "How long has it been?" Thea's smile was warm and she hoped that she might bring some brightness to the other woman.