He'd meant it when he'd said that plans of revenge were far better left to those who hadn't been sorted into Gryffindor. They simply didn't have the mindset for it. Undoubtedly Angelina's ideas of revenge simply involved attacking Bellatrix the next time she saw the woman. Now where was the creativity there? And more to the point it was expected and in the end Angelina would probably wind up injured as well.
Not that he was worried about her being- okay he was. What would he do without her constant meddling in his life. Clearly he'd be lost.
Leaving his shoes in the bungalow (why did he even bother with shoes anyway), Adrian had padded down to the beach. He had spotted her up ahead a few minutes earlier but simply watched her, watched the line of her back and shoulders grow in tension. Oh she was working herself up into a fine state. He kind of enjoyed her feisty states. So long as they didn't involve psychoanalyzing him.
He gave up his observation post and approached where she stood. "Angelina," he returned her greeting, walking until the came to stand next to her. "I didn't bring my knife. I'd fear for my balls in the current state you're in."