Ang shook her head gently. "You're never going to give that up, will you? I gave you a date, it went horrible!" Angelina could help but giggle at the memory. Oliver had been so nervous and nothing quite went right. He would learn, someday.
Angelina watched him as he kicked snow around like a child. She couldn't help but smile. Oliver always had so much energy and happiness, she would have hated it that changed because of the war. Or anything really, he just wouldn't be the same. Even when he was waking her up at five in the morning, Ang couldn't help but love him.
"Well well well, listen to you. Just the romantic these days, eh? Where did my Oliver Wood go?" Angelina stuck her tongue out at Oliver, before she decided to join him in jumping around in the snow. It was nice and carefree, even as she was surprised Oliver wasn't making a fuss over his broom. Something was different, but Angelina wasn't sure it was a bad thing.