“Yeah,” Angelina said with a grin, “Some of use were… far worse than others, but they checked us all out. Got a nice clean bill of health, minus the scars and such.” Angelina tried to be cheerful, but it snagged there, and her smile faltered. She had a brand burnt into her back in Lucius’ Malfoy’s handwriting that said freedom. She could still remember the smell of her skin burning, the pain she’d been in for weeks afterwards.
“I just need to stay for a little while, you know. I just need to get access to my vault, and then to find myself an apartment. I wont be in your hair long, I promise.” She moved into the house, she didn’t really have anything with her, she couldn’t have exactly grabbed a lot of things without her looking suspicious. So what she had, was the wand she’d stolen and the clothing on her back.