Angelina hadn't even noticed when Stanley entered the hallway. She had been so absorbed in her anger and Percy, she hadn't been able to notice anything. When Stan touched Angelina's arm, she jumped slightly. "Sorry," she apologized, slightly embarrassed. Looking closer at the man, Angie was relieved to find she did recognize him, even if it weren't all that well. She had seen him around school, and at the meeting the other day. Still, Angelina really didn't know him. Although, that didn't particularly matter right now.
With a glare, Angelina turned away from Percy and towards the door. "Yeah, let's go," Angelina repeated, hardly aware of what she was saying or doing at the moment. Oliver was outside, in the woods, alone, and with two known Death Eaters around. How stupid could he get? Angelina pushed on the doors and they sprang open.