Who: Ang & George What: Friends, possible Ang breaking down? Where: Her office. When: Sometime after George arrives Note: Not sure when he's getting here, but Ang wants to see him anyway xD
This was happening, and Ang had no idea what to do. It had been less than five months ago that Hogwarts was riddled with death. Now McGonagall? Angelina had truly liked the professor, even when she had been a bit unfair. Minerva had, without warning, offered Angelina a job in a social setting when she needed it most. She'd always had an uncanny way of knowing what her students truly needed. Minerva had also done the best and most she could when Umbridge was ransacking the school. She'd been there when Angelina was convinced she couldn't be captain, and she'd also helped Ang realize just how great she was.
And now dead?
It wasn't the same as Fred, but it still hurt. And it was such a shock. Ang hadn't been able to read the article through, but she'd heard rumours. Minerva had been found barely recognizable, others said it was werewolf, others said it was a student, but most said it was the Death Eaters. That absolutely terrified Angelina. You-know-who was dead how could his followers still be killing? Who would they come after next? Another staff member? Could Angelina be in line?
Her first years had been escorted out, so Angelina had a whole bunch of nothing to do today. She hadn't been able to focus on quidditch, and Ang hadn't left her office all day. At the moment she was pacing, going through every conversation the pair had ever had, every smile, every lecture, everything. George had said he'd come, but when? Angelina wasn't sure how much longer she'd be able to stay together. It was just too much, right after she'd started forgetting about Fred. Now both he and Minerva were fresh in her mind. Ang's face was stained with tears, her hair was all over, and she looked a bit wild.