Angelina & Open
Angelina had literally spent an entire week trying to find all the pieces for her dark fairy costume, but at the end of the day, she figured the entire thing came together rather well. She was proud of her work, and attributed a lot of her forgetting about her own birthday to her pursuit of the outfit. Plus, she had been trying to keep busy anyway. Between helping Oliver with his broom project, spending time with Adrian when he wasn't busy with classes and the like, and trying not to tear her hair out over George, she didn't really blame herself that much.
On the outside, she knew her parents were torn up over being unable to celebrate with her, but Angie wasn't one to dwell over spilled milk if she could help it. The day had been and gone, and she had lost nothing by forgetting about it's existence. She was content, to say the least. Or as much so as she could be still being trapped in this damn Quarantine.
Angelina also might have imbibed a couple of drinks before heading down to the great hall and was feeling rather good. She of course instantly made her way towards the food table, and after a while of mingling and snacking, she was considering ducking out early to head back to Gryffindor to continue her little drinking party. But then again, she didn't want to go alone either, so staying wasn't the worst possible idea.
She was caught up in these exact thoughts and more when she accidentally bumped into someone, in typical Angelina form. "Oopie.. my bad," she giggled.