Angelina's fight with George was far from her mind at the moment. Ever since the first sting, Angelina hadn't thought about much at all. Flying, running, and seeing George were the only things that passed through her mind. Tomorrow she would be weary, why had she felt such a need to see him? Certainly if she thought about him when "high", then it wasn't so wrong, was it? Truthfully, Ang still had trouble seeing why possibly dating George was so blasphemous, especially since Fred had given her his blessing. Like Anthony had said, who better to take care of Angelina than his twin, in Fred's eyes? Fred hadn't exactly said that, but today she was thinking it.
With another smile, Angelina shrugged. "Sally is the reason, I reckon. She let some billiwigs loose, and oh Merlin are they fantastic. You haven't been bit by one?" Angelina giggled slightly, thinking about all these little buggers flying around and stinging people. "Your voice is off, you know. I'm sure Pompfrey has potion for that. You didn't ask her for any, did you?" Angelina voice was light and free of accusations. Fighting, no matter what George said, would not be in her today. It was more likely she'd just get up a leave, doing her best to forget about it.
Nuzzling into George's chest, Angelina sighed happily. Yes, there was no other place she'd be right now, save for a World Cup quidditch game on the starting line up. But really, who wouldn't?