Angelina giggled at George's words. "Yeah, that's about right. But she's good, when you really need her." While George had been the source of many injuries, Angelina had been on the receiving end. More than once she'd spent a night in that hospital bed, only to wake up feeling fresh and better than ever.
George's words caused another smile to spread over Angelina's face. Stopping her picking, Angelina simply rested her hand on George's chest and looked up at him. "So we'll stop, then? You promise?" The angle Angelina was at made it impossible to see the blush in George's cheeks, though she wouldn't have thought much of it anyway. There were more things on the tip of Angelina's mind, and they more or less had to do with snogging him. Of course, when she thought about that, she too blushed. Giggling again, Angelina looked back down, but placed more pressure on George. Sliding her hand from the middle of George's chest, she draped it across him, and gripped his side. "Good, I didn't much like fighting with you." Biting her lip, Angelina thought about all the outcomes of this situation, but in her case they were all favourable.