"Please, keep stroking my ego," she said with a laugh. She turned so her back was to him, glancing over her shoulder at Miles and staying close. Angelina was getting into it, dancing down into the ground, not bopping up and down like some of the more awkward people out here.
There was no better cure for a broken heart than to have a fit Quidditch player whisper in your ear. Having fun with Miles wasn't an instant fix, but at least it was a band-aid for her self esteem.