Not her week. Absolutely nothing was going right, everything was going horribly wrong. Granted, the girls were alive, but barely. They had been buried, buried alive for nearly 24 hours. How was Angelina not supposed to feel guilty about that? The girls wouldn't have even considered going into the forest if she hadn't eluded to something dangerous in there. She had stressed that it was dangerous, right? Apparently her point hadn't come across.
And then there was Fred. Fred, who George hadn't yet seen. In fact, no one else had seen Fred. Angelina still wasn't completely convinced she hadn't hallucinated it. Obviously strange things happened at a school for magic, but Fred as a ghost? There just wasn't any logical explanation. Of course, ghosts could never be logically explained.
Everything added up and bogged Angelina down, but she still had her job at stake. Demezla had deliberately disobeyed her, and that had to be dealt with. The poor girl was in no shape at the moment, but Angelina would have to speak with her tomorrow. Ang was headed up to the owlry to see her own owl, and ask him to deliver the letter tomorrow afternoon. Ang had no idea how much free time she'd have tomorrow, and figured now was as good as ever.
Walking over to her owl, Angelina didn't notice Verity at first. It took a few moments for Ang to feel the presence of someone else. Reaching into her pocket, Angelina's thoughts quickly jumped to Bole. Counting to three, Ang whipped around and saw Verity. Breathing a sigh of relief, Angelina walked towards the girl. "Verity! What are you doing here?"