Angela turned her head to look over her shoulder at the person behind her and gave her a warm smile, "Just so." She said with not the slightest bit of self-consciousness, "The pattern can still win out even when the ideals do not, was my side of the arguement." In the period of the interruption, her previous conversation partner had received her coffee and departed.
"Barty just happened to be a rather good example of that particular concept." Angela shrugged a black-robed shoulder, keeping herself from wincing at referring to him in the past tense. She wasn't sure if she mourned for the boy she'd known or the man the wizarding world had never allowed him to be.
"Do you know if this coffee is any good?" She asked, looking up at the menu with a look of concentration on her face, "There are few things worse than bad coffee."