Angelina actually paused at that, which left her leaning quite securely against Warrington as she blinked at him in surprise. "Warrington? Warrington?" She stared for a moment, trying to find some hint of that sloth-faced Slytherin dead-set on knocking her the hell off her broom. All she could really remember was the hair.
"You're mad if you think you haven't changed, Warrington. You're nearly unrecognizable, though that's not necessarily a bad thing. Perhaps the lack of intent to kill in your eyes and the fact you're holding onto me quite close instead of trying to kick me sixty feet down to the ground is what threw me off." Angie's response came out a bit like a retort, mostly because she was quite surprised at his revelation. He'd grown much more attractive over the years, and if his presence so far were any indication, much more bearable.