Ally shuddered. Angie's description certainly matched the pure evil in the voice that spoke to her in the nightmares, whispering in encouragement of her pain and death. With a final squeeze, she let go of Angie's hand, wanting to just not think about it anymore.
She was about to argue against the delaying of quidditch season, but she could definitely see the point. She couldn't possibly imagine playing professionally in the aftermath of one of her dreams. "We can't let her win," she said simply, yet sadly. "A single witch, and she's disrupting our entire lives, in so many ways. I just... There's nothing I can do. Let's not talk about it, all right? Let's just have a nice lunch, and not let her ruin that too," she finally said with determination.