"We?" Angelina repeated, trying to sound surprised. She had no idea how it sounded, but she certainly hoped it sounded genuine. The last thing Ang wanted was for Oliver to start questioning her behaviour because she did not have any explanation. As Ang bit her lip, she pulled out of the hug, realizing they had been standing in the middle of the pitch holding each other. Taking his arm, Angelina directed him towards the quidditch locker rooms, the only place Ang was certain they could find solitude and a bit of heat.
"Well, perhaps whatever caused you to share dreams caused you to dream so strangely. I don't always have irrational dreams, but I never share a dream."