In the past Angelina had loved being this close to Fred, being able to hear and feel him breathe. While she still loved it, it was different now - he wasn't the same, they weren't the same. It took everything inside of Angelina not to reach up and touch him, she just wanted to have him hold her, like he used to.
Fred's question caught her off guard. Not only had she never expected to see Fred again, Angelina had barely explained it to her best friends. "I... uh..." Ang was obviously stalling, but what was she supposed to say? "Well, I asked him to. After um, well after McGongall died I was really upset, and he helped me out. And then, er, well the quarantine happened and I offered my room to him, and... yeah." Angelina looked to the ground and scratched at her own arm. Needless to say, she was feeling fairly awkward - this was not a conversation she ever expected to have.