Had Oliver told Angelina, she would have had a very positive response. Ang was one of the few people in the world who knew just how normal Oliver Wood was. Most girls saw him as a quidditch star, and yet Angelina still saw him as the awkward, quirky, and insecure teenager he was. Not that he was a teenager anymore, but he hadn't changed too much. Hell, he'd spent nearly a month trying to snog someone and get a date! Oli and Ang had seen each other at their lowest times, but also their best.
"Baseball mits?" Angelina repeated. Even though her mum wasn't magical, Ang had lived in a magical household. She knew quidditch and everything wizards knew, but very little of what muggles knew. Ang suspected her mom was just fascinated with magic, like most muggles, and didn't want to go back to life without it. Ang had learned how to clean without magic, but that was about it. "Oh Oli, you were always meant for the field, not charms class."
"Oh thank Merlin," Ang said when Oliver told her that he didn't have the virus. "Anyways, I can try to fix your broom, but I'm not that great at charms either. If not I can take it to Flitwick, he'll have it fixed in seconds." Angelina stuck her hand out, waiting for Oliver to hand the broom. "George thought you had gotten stuck in a barrel, you know."