"You sound like an eighty year old smoker. Some might find that sexy. I don't," he teased, because he was grinning despite his words. Angelina did have an appealing voice, but he wasn't about to feed her ego.
Snorting, he said, "You Gryffindors. Always picking fights. No, I actually didn't know what was going on last night. I was out drinking with the team, we won by the way, when I got the message that I needed to come down to the station. No one said why, really." Or they might have. But hell if he knew why.
"What's going on though? I mean, you generally don't start brawls off the pitch, generally." This time, he sounded less teasing and more serious. He knew she was having a tough time, but starting brawls?
Was she headed down a self-destructive path? He hoped not.