At this place, Angelina pretty much did whatever she wanted. Sure it got on Tom’s nerves most of the time. He put up with it though because she was the most reliable staff he had. Plus, she was pretty sure she was the closest thing to family he had these days. His family was mostly dead and she liked to think of him as a near Grandfather. It wasn’t such a bad trade. She smiled and offered a, “Nah, Tom won’t care – he understands that I’m too young to have a fully evolved work ethic,” with a hand gesture toward the bar.
There really wasn’t that fascinating much of a story to be told about anything. She got up early. She had to do runs and sparring. Sometimes she got to do paperwork and occasionally she actually go out to the scene of an incident. Then when she finished there she got to come back here and serve pints and pea soup to every traveling family member with a sniveling child or horny businessman looking for a night cap. It wasn’t so bad but it wasn’t interesting. That was for damn sure.
“I regret to inform you that there really isn’t anything that captivating to tell on my end either,” she admitted after a moment. “I am strongly considering writing to the centerfold of Quidditch Hunk Monthly. He looks like the variety one wouldn’t be disappointed to take home to mum and dad.” If all else failed indulge in meaningless and pointless things like that. She still did have a things for Beaters and gingers. Though she liked the occasional brunette too! “Now that you’re home I don’t need some silly bloke anyways. Obviously this is a sign. Me, you and Alicia are meant to reunite against the forces of evil and do something fun soon.”