"Mmmm, all the Houses are annoying. We have a tendency to be long-winded and pompous." Angela grinned; although she loved to talk, she was fairly certain most people wouldn't have been able to guess her House from her personality alone. But she'd asked to be placed as she was and had overall been quite content with it, "You shall have to be careful Gilbert doesn't talk you to death." She paused, "I'd wanted to be a Quidditch player as a child, but it horrified my parents and I'm rubbish at it anyway." Angela laughed slightly. She could fly, but she wasn't any good at Quidditch.
"They took your wand?" Angela's eyes widened, and she patted herself down, unfamiliar with the pocket placement on her robes, eventually withdrawing and placing a wand on the table in front of Hestia wordlessly with the handle facing the Gryffindor.