"I think I've already mentioned how very little I mind that," Adrian quipped, looking up at her through the candlelight. "Your desire to take up all my time." He picked up his fork, moving the salad around to coat it with dressing, eyes loathe to leave Angelina's face for very long. "On that note, we should really go flying together soon. I know when I last asked it wasn't exactly the best time, but you keep promising to put me through my paces. If I didn't know better, I'd almost think you were having me on." The words were meant as an obvious tease. "Anyway. I thought it might be nice to do something a bit classier than trackies and a t-shirt in the kitchens. Not that that wasn't fun. I'd absolutely do it again just...since I can't take you out on a proper date, I figured this'd have to do for now."
Taking a drink of his own wine, he swished it around in his mouth. "The castle had this in its stores, evidently. I asked the elves. They're bloody amazing sometimes. It's...I'd have to say this is a middle of the road variety. There are some fantastic ones made in France. They have tons of vineyards. Most of the huge ones are run by muggles. There are a few owned by wizards. I almost think the small ones are the best. I had this one - made from blueberries. It was brilliant. You should - we should, when the quarantine's lifted, we could go for a weekend."
And all right, that was a bit more involved than he'd intended but still. A weekend in the French countryside? It sounded a bit like heaven, after being on lockdown for a month. Adrian would have been okay with a trip to Hogsmeade, just for something different. Having Angelina around was certainly a blessing. If he wasn't flying or coaching, his thoughts generally bolted in her direction. It was a safer place for them than most, considering the drama overtaking the school.
"Granted, I'm sure you'll be busy getting your position back and I'll still be here at the castle, missing late-night dinners sat on counters with house elves for an audience." It was so much easier to smile and joke with Angelina than it had been with most of the women he'd dated. "I'm starting to form the opinion that Gryffindor Tower is more than just a few staircases away." After all, it wasn't as though he'd ever actually been up there.
For the moment, though, he'd done enough talking, and so tucked into his salad with some gusto. He was damn hungry after a day of flying and cleaning and trying to ignore the nervous excitement keeping him on edge.