Angelina grinned a cheeky grin, feeling particularly devilish for some reason. "No, it wasn't George. But I'm not about to tell you who it was, nor will I tell you their gender or name, even if you guess it." With a flash, Ange had dove under, only half hearing his comment about being able to swim with one leg and using his 'little' friend. She knew he would be able to swim with one leg, and wasn't particularly cared if he couldn't. Ange was strong swimmer, if it really came down to it, she could drag him back to shore. They weren't far anyways.
Upon freeing the net from it's anchor, Angelina came back up to surface. Looking sideways at Adrian, who she was now thinking of as Adrian and not Pucey, Ange started back for shore. She would swim slowly, really not wanting him to drown in the process. It wasn't a long swim by any means, and before long Angelina and Adrian were on shore.
Without really leaving the water, Angelina went to work on the net in ankle-deep water. It wasn't tangled all that badly, it was the waves which had caused most difficulties. With a few adjustments here, and a rather large tug here, the net was free. Much earlier than Angelina had anticipated, actually. She fell with a light splash, and landed beside Adrian. Much closer than she would have normally. Shifting her weight, Angelina found herself starting not only at Adrian, but as his face. She'd never noticed how clear his skin was and how soft it looked.