"People have always been hellbent on making simple things complicated," Angela rolled her eyes, "But yes. He is sweet. I don't know Charlie Weasley, so I can't say on him, but I assume he has virtues as well. Hence the difficulty?" She refilled her glass, "You're not hopeless, Hestia. It's just that you like each of them differently, you don't want to hurt them, and since they each give you different things of equal worth you can't easily choose." She shrugged; while she herself may have had an arrangement with her husband, that didn't mean Angela hadn't observed similar conundrums faced by women over the years.
She nodded, "Yes, Gilbert told me about the potion and the Death Eaters. Which is really a rather silly way to consolidate power, but they're not really long term thinkers, most of them."
"Well, clearly, darling, the answer is for me to Polyjuice into somebody else, then break his nose," Angela waggled her eyebrows, "They don't know I'm here, so they can hardly look for me, now, can they?" She laughed, "Oh, it would drive them mad!"