Truth be told, Angelina didn’t really know what she was doing. She had been joking around mostly at first. She hadn’t really taken anything he’d said all that seriously. Why should she? He was always talking up a bit game but nothing ever came to pass. She rationalized that she probably would have just allowed whatever weeks ago if it hadn’t been for Barney being in the picture. He still was in the picture but it was something that passed the time. It wasn’t as if there was all that much to it. So what if something did happen between her and Adrian, it wasn’t as if it was going to mean anything anyways. They were just young, virile people looking for a good time. She could live with herself if this was the case.
She didn’t return his sheets or his clothes. She’d put them all into a bag and them charmed it into a plate which she put away with the rest. It would be rather hard for him to figure that one out. She still had a bit of a prankster in her. She could take a joke. If her towels going missing was the best he could do to her, she could certainly do worse back. This wasn’t so much of a prank war. She couldn’t bear to look at her journal for fear of seeing her friends flipping out. She could always deny all of this later.
“In my room,” she announced from where she was sprawled out comfortably. She was very much dressed. Okay maybe it was laundry day variety of dressed. Old work out shorts and a tank but it was dressed. She wasn’t naked. She’d be damned if she was the presumptive one. “Did you bring the Ministry to lock me up for stilling you possessions?” she asked loudly. They had conversations through walls all the time. This was nothing new.