Who: Angelina and Harold. Open to anyone else who may like to join! Where: Hallways, near a window by the pitch What: Angie needs interaction When: Around 1 pm Rating: I'm sure it'll be low.
The past week or so had been quiet for Angelina. Everyone that had been around when McGonagall died seemed to return to their lives. Ang understood it, but wished it didn't have to happen. She had been absolutely gleeful when Oliver, George, and Lee were all here. Alicia was set to come, but never made it. In fact, Angelina hadn't heard much from Alicia the past few days. Perhaps she had a new boyfriend? Ang hoped it was something as simple as that, and nothing dangerous. Angelina had no idea what she'd do if anything happened to Alicia, or any of her close friends.
Regardless of the touch of loneliness Angelina was feeling, she was fairly happy these days. Being a coach was fun, even though most of her first-year students were no longer at Hogwarts. Ang loved having the authority over the pitch, schedules, and games. Maybe if she broke something and couldn't play professionally any longer, she'd go into Quidditch Regulation at the Ministry. Not that they were doing a particularly good job these days, but what could be expected? Hell had broken loose last year, and there was a ridiculous amount to clean up.
Deciding to go for a stroll, Angelina left her office. She was wearing a simple black shirt, with jeans. When she wasn't on duty, Ang felt most comfortable in muggle clothing. She enjoyed dresses, dress robes, and robes, but she'd always felt muggle clothing was much more casual. Walking her her office, Ang turned the corner into her favourite hallway. It had the best view of the quidditch pitch, and Angelina had often come here when she was captain. It helped her think and figure out exactly how plays would work. Standing there, Angelina smiled at the memories and brought her hand up to the glass.