Angelina appeared outside Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes. She held the door open for some of the nearby children to run in. "Go straight to the basement, stay away from the windows," she said.
Angelina took a deep breath and tried to think of happy thoughts. She flicked her wand, thinking of Fred, but there were too many memories there she hadn't dealt with and a weak wisp dissipated the moment it came from her wand.
"Bugger shit!" She tried to focus on a positive feeling, deciding that pulling up an untainted memory right now was not an option. The feeling of flying. Good food. An orgasm. Angelina waved her wand and a corporeal rooster shot out of it, flying away towards the ministry.