Angelina Johnson (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} fiercebird) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} pandorarpg, |
Angie finished off the last of her near-forgotten drink and set the empty glass down on the tray of a passing server. She considered his words and then added, "Well you're behind that mask so I'll have to take your word for it, won't I?" Merlin, had she had more to drink than she'd thought? She was actually still standing around talking to Warrington of all people, when there were plenty of her actual peers about.
Yet she didn't exactly want to leave. Perhaps it was the bit of mystery, or her challenging herself to actually hold a decent conversation with a former Slytherin...she wasn't sure what, but something kept her talking to him. "A hellion? I like that. I also like to think I've gotten better with age, like a good Scotch." She squinted at him behind her mask. "You knew I played professionally?" Yes she was famous but really only to the crowd who followed professional Quidditch, and knew the names of the Harpies players, really. At least she didn't think her supposed stardom went much beyond that.