It had been the act of crashing Romilda and Demelza's party that had gotten Verity stranded here at Hogwarts in the first place, and she had mixed feelings about their punishment. George... had been a trouble maker too, and his was generally a good-hearted kind of mischief. "I doubt they realized the kind of trouble they could get into," she said, opening her hands in a way meant to convey 'eh, what can you do?'
Then again, Angelina probably knew that, too. Hopefully she wouldn't make them scrub the potions classroom without magic or anything. Not the way she identified with the students.
The touch of Angelina's hand shocked Verity badly. It had been the first time anyone had touched her in a long time, not since her self-imposed isolation, and her nerves were strung high. With a soft shriek of surprise, Verity sprang up from her makeshift seat, toppling halfway backwards over the chest. She held her hands out defensively, even knowing it was a futile gesture. "Startled me!" she explained, as she started to cough again.