Angelina grinned at Mystery Fellow. "One of my roommates is from the past too. It's weird, teaching about things I take for granted. If you ever need lessons, though, I've become somewhat of an expert on the matter." Ange had no idea just how well Mystery Fellow knew her roommate, or just how much her roommate had told her about the man swimming close to her. She always assumed that Helena's 'Anton' would be young like her, not older, charming, and mature.
With a happy sigh, Angelina returned to floating on her back and looking up at the sky. "A fresh start sounds brilliant. Not that I regret my past, but I regret what I've learned here on the island. I'm working on moving past it too. It's weird, eh? That what you thought impossible is becoming the norm here?" Ange never would have expected George to be unfaithful, and she never would have guess he be unfaithful with a Slytherin. Least of all one who constantly gave them heck back in school. But then again, she never would have expected finding herself attracted to Adrian Pucey, or Alicia marrying Marcus Flint.
Angelina hadn't noticed, but the sun was almost set. Darkness would be falling over them soon.