They'd never quite been best friends or anything like it, but Adrian felt himself smiling as Angelina made herself comfortable at his desk. It was comfortable. He didn't mind her additions to his notes, either, which was - odd, if nothing else. Maybe his sudden well of patience was due to the sad tilt to her smile. Maybe it was just because he'd liked her - and more than a few of the other house players - all along. He wasn't the typical Slytherin in that respect. Hadn't really had many friends among his teammates in the early years, since he wasn't keen on cheating or playing dirty to win a match. He was a firm believer in training and skill. If a person didn't have it, they either didn't belong on a pitch or they could work to get better. Some of that would have to be toned down for the purposes of his new job, but he hoped that his ideas would go a long way toward weeding out people who didn't know their way around a broomstick. The coming year would be a trial by fire of sorts, before the younger students returned. Of course, Adrian planned to be back in an Arrows uniform by that time.
"I'm all right," was his initial answer. "Took a while to come to terms with things." Adrian indicated his head. "But it could've been worse." He was all too aware of why Angelina might be wistful about returning to Hogwarts. She'd lost friends there. A lot of people had. His injury couldn't begin to compare, and then he'd been out of the country for the worst of the violence. He watched her in silence for a beat. "And you? Getting along well enough?" They could talk shop anytime.