Angelina's arms instantly folded over her chest, giving her a false sense of security. It would also keep her from balling up her fists and either punching Parkinson or crying. Her teeth ground against each other, a habit Angelina had outgrown since leaving Hogwarts. Her body language was visibly tense, and Angelina felt exactly the way she looked. Had she been a cat, Angelina would have puffed her back and tail and hissed enough to make a snake jealous. But Angelina was human, and she had to deal with pesky emotions. Her mind was swirling, and she couldn't decide on what to do. What the hell was she supposed to do when come face to face with the woman her husband was cheating on her with? Or cheated on, Angelina wasn't exactly sure at the moment.
Narrowing her eyes, Angelina gave a cold laugh. "Please tell me that's a joke. You willingly and knowingly hopped in bed with a married man. Give me one good reason why I shouldn't be breaking out all the tricks of a proper catfight?" Angelina's voice was just hardly quieter than a yell, and her tone was anything but nice.