The voice of another made Angelina jump. She had been looking in the opposite direct, and completely missed him approaching. The waves had drawn out steps, and the setting sun made it difficult to see in almost every direction. Of course, Angelina had always been prone to jumping in the most natural of settings. Her first day at school Ange had almost given herself a heart attack over the ghosts, and the first time a bludger flew by her head she nearly fell off her broom. Catching her breath, Ange turned towards the stranger who had approached her. First thing she noticed was the way he was dress - anyone wearing that much clothing was not from her time. In the recent weeks, Angelina had noticed more and more people from older generations arriving. People who were much more formal and proper than she'd ever been.
The second thing Angelina noticed was how handsome he was. Tall, dark, and handsome, and he was on a beach - how cliche. Ange smiled to herself and shook her head gently. Glancing back out at the sea, she nodded. "It seems as though I do. See, I'm trying to get four poles to stay in the ocean, but that's proving impossible. Then I wanted to wrap the rope around it, to make a court. And the nets could be tied to the rope. I'm trying to set up a water polo court - because without the court, we can't play. And if we can't play, I'm bound to go absolutely bonkers." Angelina was speaking rather quickly, and not thinking about the fact that this man may or may not have any idea what she was talking about.
All Ange could taste was salt. Blinking, Angelina became aware of just how little she was wearing, and just how much he was wearing. Merlin, if her mother could see her now. Parading around in next-to-nothing in front of men who were used to women wearing heavy bathing suits and dresses that covered them completely. It was amusing, and Angelina couldn't help but smiling.