Angelina had caught the yawn, but didn't think much of it. It was late, and she was tired as well. Yawning was natural, and she had done it mere moments before. Ang moved forwards and stood next to George looking out the window. "Yes, some nights I just look out at the pitch. The other night I caught Oliver hollering at 5 am," Angelina said with a laugh. It had been years since Angelina witnessed Oliver screaming at five in the morning, but it was a nice reminder. She missed the days at Hogwarts, when life was easy and simple. When everyone had still been together, and happy. "I'm just going to put my pajamas on."
Moving towards her dresser, Angelina pulled out a tank top and pajama bottoms. She'd never been the type to buy fancy silk nighties, Angelina was perfectly comfortable in pants and a boy's t-shirt. Besides, pajamas pants were quite possibly the most comfortable things in the world. Who wouldn't want to wear them!? Quickly going into the bathroom, Angelina changed and threw her hair into a messy bun. Back in hogwarts Angelina had usually braided her hair, but now she had the time to properly dry and occasionally straighten it.
Coming out of the washroom, Angelina jumped onto her bed. "It's a king or queen size, we'll both fit, I promise." Usually Ang would think nothing of sleeping in the same bed with any of her male or female friends, but tonight something felt different. She too was nervous, and she couldn't explain why either. Was it really George who was making her feel nervous? Or was she just caught up in everything that was happening?