Angela fought to keep herself from going 'aaaaw', reminding herself that they were discussing serious topics and it was neither the time nor the place. But it didn't mean she didn't have the urge. She rapped a hand absently against the table, "Yes, but I am certain her fondness colored her decision, is all I am saying. And I think it is good that you two look out for each other."
"That is a good idea. I don't have an owl," She paused before remembering, "with me." Stupid. Everybody had an owl, "So I would have to borrow one if I used it. Who would deliver it for me?"
She smiled slightly, "I do not think the journals will be a problem. I'm not used to using them anymore. Do you remember the journal I had in school?" The one that was pink and sparkled and she'd bought during their second year, "I still have that one. I don't use them often, because they are public."
Angela had learned at an early age not to rely on her charmwork, "A code would be best for me, I would think."
Now she wanted to write false, confusing things behind shoddily-done privacy charms simply to screw with people looking, but she scolded herself, 'That is not appropriate given circumstances. More importantly, it isn't prudent.'