"Yeah, but even you arent immune to random acts of nature." Like a bum shoulder going out mid grab for the Quaffle. It worried Fred sometimes, how hard she fought her injury, and wondered if she was doing it more harm than good trying to prove that it didnt inhibit her performance.
But telling her that was like asking for a fist in the jaw, and Fred would readily admit that he'd lose in a fight against her hands down. Granted, he wouldnt be trying particularly hard to win.
It was nice walking like this with Angelina, though, he had to muse. It would be hard to convince anyone that she wasnt absolutely gorgeous, a fact that took him pretty long to realize and even longer to forget(as in, he hadnt), as they neared the shop. "My ride is fine enough, you know." He really couldnt justify a new one, not when there wasnt anything wrong with his and it was relatively new, but the newer models were so shiny. "Did they tell you you couldnt fly or you couldnt play?" There was a relatively big difference between the two, and flying couldnt hurt her much worse than she already way as long as she didnt work her shoulder. "Because if you can still fly, the pitch is easy enough to get into at night. I havent had a proper race in a while."