Ang couldn't help but laugh at the picture Sally gave her. "His dad's really into muggle things. He introduced me to the telly, but one of my teammates told me about those fancy moovay's they watch. I saw a bunch of the summer, quite nifty." Ang looked back at Fred's grave, and then towards the iron bench in the graveyard. "Do you want to go sit?" Ang asked, not sure how comfortable or uncomfortable Sally might be. "I can't even pick one out of the multitude, everytime I walked into Gryffindor I had to walk on my toes. I had braids at Hogwarts, before I learned how to manage my hair. One time, I donno how he did it, but they managed to turn every single one of them a different colour. I didn't even know that many colours existed."