Who: Angelina & Adrian When: Back-dated to Tuesday, post-curfew time Where: Angelina's flat What: Ang is stubborn Rating: Probably high for themes and whatnot
Angelina knew that asking him questions had been pointless. She knew he wouldn't answer them; not tonight, not in this mood. But the mood was exactly why she was asking him. Adrian had never been a floodgate of information. He'd held back just as easily as she had. When he refused to say anything, though, it concerned Angelina. Even if it was pointless information, Ang couldn't help but be curious as to what he was hiding. Asking him over was foolish too. He had a curfew of 10 pm. Albeit, it was a ridiculous time, but it was Ministry implemented. With the way the wizarding world was going lately, breaking curfew was apt to land him in Azkaban.
But Angelina Johnson did not care. Not tonight. Not after learning secrets the Ministry was hiding.
Rolling over in bed, Angelina pulled one of the sheets over her. It was a habit more than an insecurity, especially after feeling a draft over her exposed skin. Her fingers drew circles and scribbles over Adrian's chest, her mind lost elsewhere. "I have something you'll be interested to know, and you have something I'm interested to know. How are we going to solve this?"