"Yes, I am rather good at lying," She said unabashadly. It sometimes came in handy, and it didn't mean she always lied. And lies were what excuses were, after all, "So that's settled."
Angela didn't resist the smile at Gilbert being showered with pink sparkles, "I hate to inform you, but pink sparkles are currently a large fashion faux pas." She teased before sobering.
"I didn't want to," She mumbled quietly, "I already had to ask for help with almost everything else." History had been hers; she'd thought and wrote and passed OWLs and NEWTs in it on her own merit! That meant something to her, even so many years later.