She pulled out some glasses and poured each of them a copious amount of Firewhiskey, setting a glass on a table for Hestia and resisting the urge to flop into a chair.
"I'm well, except for the fact that the entire Wizarding World seems to have gone insane in my absence," Angela indicated their surroundings and downed almost the entire glass of alcohol. She flashed a smile at the compliment, "And you're still a sweetheart. So do you."