For the most part, Angelina hadn't been bothered by the quarantine, in fact she'd enjoyed it. George was here, Oliver was here, and now the girls were here. Up until this past week, everything had been going great. Now she was seeing things and her three most hated Slytherins turned up. She'd known Leith was here, but Flint had been a surprise, and Bole had just been a nightmare. If this stupid bubble was lifted, they would all go home, which would leave Angelina in a nice and comfortable Hogwarts. At the moment every hair on her body was standing on edge.
Concern flooded through Angelina's eyes when Verity practically leaped away from her. Something just didn't feel right about this situation. "Ver," Angelina began. "C'mon, let's go to the hospital wing." The mothering tone was quickly returning to Angelina's voice, a similar tone to her 'captain' voice. Angelina's emotions, body language, and voice often changed to fit whatever situation she was in. Like most Gryffindors, Angelina ran off emotions, and she was always high on one end of the spectrum.