Angelina looked away when Oliver spoke about her, because she knew her eyes would give her away. Her stupid eyes always gave her away. "Oh?" she said, pretending to me only mildly interested. "I suppose it's possible. I believe anything is possible, in the dream world. We can dream up monsters and strange events, so why not being drunk?" Angelina bit her lip and looked down at the floor. Her hands were clasped together, and she could feel them sweating. Oh Merlin, this was awkward. She had been thinking about that all day, and did not want to talk about it.