"That is one thing I missed by leaving, I suppose." Angela had many people who were willing to look after her and vice versa. Unfortunately, none of them except her son had magic and therefore they couldn't help with this particular part of her life, "Although I'd always been more partial to freedom." She smiled.
"What will you say if they ask why you are delivering the papers?" She wondered aloud, crossing and uncrossing her legs at the ankle, "We would need a reason that I could not be there, or send an owl myself."
"Yes," Angela snorted and pulled it out of her bag, sparkles and all, "I'm strangely attached to it, even after all of these years. Besides, the unicorn is so pretty, Gilbert," She said, her voice dripping with fake enthusiasm, "Besides, it takes a real man to carry a pink journal." She declared.
"I find boring people is the best way to get people to ignore you. So what do we both know that is truly and spectacularly boring?" She grinned and leaned across the table.