For the past four years, Angelina had been involved with George. Before the war, she'd been in a relationship with Fred. Now, for the first time in a while, Angelina was single. Completely and utterly single. Though it had been quite a shock, she was enjoying it. Ange had always been a fiercely independent woman, even in her marriage. She didn't want to have to rely on anyone, and she didn't really want anyone to completely rely on her. When in a time of crisis, Angelina did depend on her friends, but that was expected. Ange had always had a strong support situation, and she loved that. It was changing, with the fall-out of her marriage and the return of Fred, but Angelina was okay with that. Change was an inevitable part of life.
For a moment, Angelina narrowed her eyes in confusion. Then she laughed. "Oh, wow, I'm sorry. Well since there isn't magic here, we can't play quidditch. I asked my roommate to look into muggle water sports, thinking we could make use of the ocean. She found water polo - which is remarkably similar to quidditch. You have keepers for the nets, and all the other members act as chasers. Instead of flying, you swim and push the ball ahead of you, or pass it. I'm thinking about using this muggle things called water bombs - if I can find any - to keep the beaters happy. So I'm trying to make a court here, with the poles and ropes. I wasn't thinking about all the waves though, they sort of rip the poles right out of the sand."
Looking back towards the water, Ange bit her lip. Maybe what she was trying to to was stupid. Maybe when they played games they should just use anchors or something to keep the nets in place. She'd really wanted to make a court for everyone to practice on though. "I donno, maybe the idea's rubbish."