Angelina rose an eyebrow as Oliver bent before her. He had always been active and full of stamina - how hard must he have gone to be that winded. Concern swarmer over her eyes, and Ang forgot about all the things she'd been worried about. Patting his shoulder, Angelina kept her eyes locked on Oliver. He was obviously very upset about something, and Angelina only had to take one guess at what it was. Ang couldn't really understand why he was so upset - it was only a dream, after all. An incredibly strange one, but it was still a dream.
"Oliver," Angelina started, her tone firm. "Don't do that. I know how much it takes you to get so winded. I don't care what's bothering, I don't need you to have a heart attack and end up in the hospital." Angelina hadn't meant to scold Oliver, but her life would quickly turn from decent to horrible if anything happened to Oliver. She was already worried about George, she didn't need to re-add Oliver to that mix.
"I have your potion. My owl decided he didn't want to fly anymore."