"I was perfectly fine until all the balls became involved!" Angela protested, with a hand placed delicately over her heart, as though Hestia's words had genuinely wounded her, a sentiment that was at odds with the large smile on her face.
"Not in a dirty way?" She arched an eyebrow, "And why ever not?" That was the funnest sort of pinching, after all. Angela agreed that Gilbert was rather adorable, but she didn't want to sleep with Gilbert (well, beyond her curiosity, but that applied to almost anybody she met and wasn't a serious consideration). Hestia did, however, so why not encourage fun pinching?
"Well, she's dead," Angela stated flatly, fighting the urge to fidget, "So she doesn't need it, and I'm still her heir," She shrugged as though it was unimportant, but she reached again for the alcohol she set aside earlier and took a long drink. Her feelings on her mother's death were many and complicated and she didn't want to address them.
"And what if Ollivander is on the potion?" Angela asked.