The confirmation hit Angie like a sack of wet sand and she had to swallow down the sudden surge of grief. She stepped forward and after a moments hesitation laid a hand on Percy['s arm. "I know," she replied quietly. "I didn't just come for George though Percy. I'm here for me and for all of you."
She needed to be strong - the Weasleys had lost one son in the war, another to this murdering witch and even a son, not by birth, but one they treated as blood. Fred. Charlie. Harry. How could Angie not be here for all of them?
"I don't need anything. Do you?" She shook her head. "No one has to play host for me, hear?"