"Alright, I'll grant you that," She conceded with a laugh, which only grew louder and more raucous after Hestia told her to be quiet exactly like a schoolgirl might. If she could have, Angela would have turned Hestia's outfit into one of frills and lace, but Transfiguration was extraordinarily difficult.
"You are welcome," Angela replied formally, placing her hands in her lap. While she was not the sort to become mixed up in all these political messes, she could appreciate the kindnesses that had been extended to her and felt the need to acknowledge them.
She did not want another situation like with her mother, where they died without Angela even knowing them anymore.
She stood up, stretching out, arms reaching towards the ceiling, "I'm afraid I have to go. It was nice to see you." Angela smiled, "And remember, if he faints I demand to see!"