The note from Adrian was surprising, but not in the slightest bit unwelcome. Really, the idea of a fancy dinner date was sort of exciting to her. Angie hadn't been on a real date in what seemed like forever. Not that their other dates hadn't been real, but there was nothing quite like getting dressed up in her fancy wear, nerves jittery, and spending over an hour and a half on her makeup and hair. Rarely did Angelina go all out, but in this instance she was all about it. And the best part? There would be no one to snap her picture of speculate about her life, make up rumors and smear her and Adrian's name over some stupid gossip rag like witch weekly or the like. No, not only was she able to dress up and go to a romantic evening, but for once it would be private. And it wasn't that Ange wasn't a good sport when it came to the media, she most certainly was. But there were some things in life she really wanted to keep to herself, and this night was one of them. A quiet night with a handsome bloke who she really, really liked. Honestly, she couldn't think of anything better.
Ange spent most of the day then scrambling to find something appropriate to wear, still having quite the slim pickings when it came to clothing on Hogwarts grounds, even if Mrs. Weasley had been kind enough to send her a large amount of her wardrobe. Nothing had really jumped out at her though, and after a while of tracking down someone interested in a trade, one of the seventh year girls in Hufflepuff had been more than happy to trade her a dress for a rather nice pair of shoes Angie hadn't been able to wear in weeks. They pinched her toes, but fit the other girl like a glove.
And damn, was the dress quite sexy, in her opinion. She wasn't trying to show too much of anything in particular, but she'd be lying if there wasn't a part of her that wanted to blow Adrian's mind. Hopefully he wouldn't think less of her or something for all the skin. Ange was proud of her looks and her body, and she wasn't afraid to show it off. To certain people, anyway. Really one particular individual.
Fixing her hair which was getting rather long into waves, she finally took one good look at herself in the mirror before heading to Adrian's quarters. She might have gotten a few stares and whistles along the way, but she mostly ignored them. After all, they weren't the individual she was trying awfully hard to impress.
Once outside his room, Angie took a deep breath to calm her racing nerves, smoothing down the front of her dress and adjusting her small heels before knocking softly on his door, not bothering to wait until he answered before pushing it open. When she saw how lovely everything looked, and how the mood was really set by the fire and candles, she couldn't help the large smile that graced her features.
"Well look at all of this. Truly, I feel spoiled, Adrian," she told him, shutting the door behind her. "You look.... rather handsome. Not that you don't always, but you clean up nice, boy," she teased, though she was truly being honest as well. Fuck, he was good looking and fit. Why was he interested in her again? Whatever, she'd take it.