Angela raised an eyebrow at Hestia, pondering for a minute, "Most likely. I'd suggest you all simply take up with each other, but Merlin knows that's too practical so nobody will do it." Really, if people would abandon this idea of 'one and only' there would be so much less trouble. She loved her husband, and he loved her, but they both agreed that their love for each other certainly wasn't the only love they would ever have in their lives, "You do know Gilbert's still a virgin, right?"
Yes, inappropriate. But also very germane to the conversation at hand.
She had been taking a sip of her drink when Hestia delivered her last wallop of news, causing Angela to choke and sputter, "WHAT? Crouch? That's..." She groped for a word, "Absurd." Angela settled on. It wasn't that she innately disliked Barty Crouch (in fact before Hestia's pronouncement she hadn't had much of an opinion of him at all), but the idea of anybody of their generation being in charge was rather...ridiculous. She'd spent her adult life in a world where a leader under the age of 40 was nearly unheard of.
"So I take it you don't get along any better than you used to?" Angela asked dryly. Honestly, the Gryffindors and Slytherins at Hogwarts...she shook her head.
Still, tortured... That was simply not acceptable. Although Hestia was a grown woman, Angela still partially saw her as a young teenager, "Do I have to break his nose for you?" Angela asked.