Angelina started giggling when Fred mentioned his altercation with Pansy. "I punched her," she admitted. "A nice one too. She wouldn't fight me though. She's not a nasty way with words. Bloody hell." Ange sighed and leaned into Fred, no longer freaking out but not much calmer. Her heart was still racing, her breathing was still rapid, and she could still feel the adrenalin coursing through her veins. Ange opened and closed her fists, hoping it would somehow help her to calm down.
The walk to the couch was short, but Angelina was glad when they sat down. She hadn't realized how much she was shaking, and her legs probably wouldn't have held her much longer. "She just... said things I didn't need or want to hear." It had actually been the remark about both twins that set Angelina off the worst, so she decided not to mention it. Ange sighed and reached down to take Fred's hand. It was such a natural gesture for her, but she hadn't expected the sudden jolt of energy race through her. Ange had to catch her breath before turning to look at Fred.