Death made Angelina incredibly vulnerable. There was nothing that shocked her system more than the loss of a loved one. It was so final, Angelina would never see McGongall again, never speak with her, never curse her, never hug her, never anything ever again. Ang had a hard time getting used to that fact, and it often showed. It would take her a couple weeks, but Angelina would bounce back to her old self. Being at Hogwarts didn't give Angelina the time to grieve. She had students and quidditch to deal with, all of which translated to distractions to keep her busy. That was the best part of this job.
Had Angelina been able to hear George's thoughts, she would have offered a warm smile. Ang didn't sleep well to begin with. His waking up in a fright likely wouldn't disturb her anymore than her erratic sleeping habits did. Angelina's body was adjusting and becoming quite good at surviving off four hours sleep. When the time came for Angelina to have children she would be in tip top shape!
Stepping closer towards George, Angelina grasped him in another hug. "Thank you," she whispered. Ignoring the butterflies in her stomach, Angelina took a step back and looked around her office. Everything here could wait until tomorrow. "Follow me," she said before turning off the lights. Stepping out of the office, Angelina waited for George to leave so she could lock the door. The door immediately to the right led to her quarters. Opening the door, Angelina climbed the stairs and lit a candle in her room. It was basically a large room, with an amazing view of the quidditch pitch. There was a door that led to a fairly small bathroom, but it worked for Angelina.