If Angelina knew what was going on in Verity's head, her own problems would have been forgotten. In fact, Angelina would have been very happy to deal with someone else's problems - her own were far too complicated. Besides, Ang didn't believe all this virus nonsense. It was cold season, people were bound to get sick. Worst came to worst, at least Angelina could still fly. Truthfully, magic wasn't really essential to her career any more, it was healers that needed it.
"Yeah, I am," Angelina agreed. She was exhausted, but it wasn't a new feeling. "I'll be fine though," Ang added. It wasn't like she hadn't been practicing and teaching on less sleep.
"Oh? Well... truthfully I don't do all that much. Without the first years, I mean. I over see practices and stuff, but I don't have classes to teach. Mostly I just walk around and make sure no one's getting hurt. It's not all that hard." Angelina was mostly terrified of sitting by herself, and the thoughts that would come about. Being distracted by students and their drama was exactly what she wanted her days to be full of.