Angelina could help but giggle at George's words. "Right, and I was absolute bullocks at quidditch." Ang's tone was light and playful, matching the tone of George's. She couldn't even imagine a world in which George had attended all his classes and spent extra time with the professors. Maybe to hoodwink them into teaching him extra charms that would help with WWW, but that's about it.
"That's fine with me," Angelina replied. She knew it was incredibly lazy of them, but she was perfectly fine with it. If she let herself, Ang could fall asleep on George's shoulder. Of course, she knew better, and she kept her body tense. As soon as that portrait hole opened, Ang would be ready to fling her body off of George. It didn't matter if they were talking, it was just the cuddling that mattered. "I wish we could just apparate in here," Angelina murmured. It was about that same time Angelina heard a disturbance by the portrait hole.
Hoping that she sat up in time, Ang did her best to look at George without laughing. "Yeah, and ... that's why, uh, Appleby asked me to play for them."