Angela smiled into her cider. In some ways, the same old Gilbert. That was more comforting than she had expected it to be, "If it makes you feel better, I believe there were also some bets on whether or not I'd make it through Hogwarts." She spoke lightly, although at the time she had found it rather distressing.
"Really?" Immediately, Angela reigned in the tide of jealousy that had accompanied her every day before leaving the Wizarding World. Her husband had helped her to make peace with her abilities (or lack thereof), but to come back, and constantly be reminded...
She swallowed the bitterness and smiled, "I imagine so. But no great discoveries come without a few mishaps, no?"