Ang was a terrible liar, and so she burst out laughing when George tried to be serious. George Weasley serious? Yeah, not a good cover. It was okay though, she hadn't seen who came into the common room, and it wasn't unlikely that Angelina and George would be together laughing. Well, a week ago it might have - but obviously they had made up. Only a few people knew what had happened to begin with, and Angelina seriously doubted whoever walked through that hole was one of them.
Standing up, Angelina wiped her hands on her trousers and nodded to George's question. Lying made her terribly nervous, and her hands had started to sweat. It was a damn good thing quidditch didn't make her this nervous, else she'd have trouble staying on her broom! "Anyways, I've got to get back to my room, got some laundry to do." Clearing her throat, Angelina winked at George before turning towards the portrait. Merlin, this was going to be fun, sneaking around like they were students again.
Ang had to refrain from skipping down the halls. The Gryffindor tower was much too far from the Coach's office! Running her hands along the walls as she walked, Angelina quickly found herself outside of her room. Opening the door, she left it unlocked, and jumped up her stairs. Now that she was in private, she could embarrass herself. Quickly deciding on the bed over the couch, Angelina jumped onto it, and laid down. She was feeling a touch tired, maybe they could just fall asleep together. Or sleep together...