Angelina hated being suffocated by her own problems. For the past week or so, she'd allowed them to take over. With each day, Ang realized how important it was to break free from them, find happiness or help someone else. Taking Verity to the hospital had given Angelina some of that freedom, though it didn't last long. All it really took was a glimpse of red hair - and how many people at this castle had red hair? For a gene that was supposedly dying out, Hogwarts certainly had a lot of it.
Hearing the tone in Sally's voice, Angelina narrowed her eyes. "Sal... what's wrong with you?" Racking her brain as hard as she could, Angelina came up with nothing. She should have remembered the party, the fight, and trying to speak with Harold afterwards, but the week had been a blur. Angelina barely recalled details of the search party. Ang also realized how uncomfortable Sally must feel at the moment, had she come here for someone's grave? For Fred's grave, even? There were so many other people who had been hurt by his death, and Angelina hardly knew any of them.