Not one to blush, Adrian did duck his head at the compliments. Granted, anyone looking at him might not have been able to see a darkening of his cheeks anyway - they were already red and flushed from the full-bodied laughter in response to Angelina's honesty regarding her own clumsiness. She was excellent company, and he appreciated the way she seemed to really know herself. "Thanks. I honestly hope you're right. I always thought I didn't have the patience for teaching. Or coaching, I suppose, is the more accurate thing to say. Being a Chaser is - well, you know. We're always moving, always looking to the next play and getting to those goalposts. Of course, we're watching out for the bludgers and trying to avoid midair collisions and all that, but it's - it's rather different, trying to plan out formations and drills and tricks for positions I've never played. I did owl a couple of the players from my team for advice, so there's that." He scratched the back of his neck, leaning in to rest that elbow on the desk a moment later, seemingly unaware of personal space.
"As for getting kids these days?" He made a sound very much resembling a snort. "I didn't get us, when we were their age. Too much drama." A note was added to the page nearest him as an afterthought, quill scratching loud in the room. "They might hate me, once they've spent a couple weeks with me. I expect to have at least a few of the professors down here demanding to know why their students are falling asleep during class." It was mostly a joke. For those kids wanting to play after school, he planned on working them harder and longer, including on weekends, so that they were prepared for the daily drills required by the League teams. But there was a difference between working hard and chasing exhaustion.
"I guess I'd be lying, too, if I said that I hope it helps get their minds off other things as well." Adrian wasn't the sentimental type, but he was well aware that many of those who were returning would have issues upon issues to deal with, outside of worrying about their lessons.
He looked up at Angelina, expression curious, when she asked what she did. "I'm mostly ready, I think. The plans are here, even if they're not quite organized as well as they should be yet. I'd like to get an idea of what I'm working with first. How the teams are going to shape up, whether kids from last year will still play and so forth. All part of rebuilding." Adrian smiled. "That said, I'm not sure I'll ever be a hundred percent ready." Bloody shaking in his shoes, more like. This was a whole new ballgame, no pun intended.