"Has Oliver really not learned to not get drunk around you two yet?" She asked a certain amount of amusement to her voice. She was currently getting drunk with one of them so it could be said that she didn't learn any better either. But really Oliver was a bit easy of a target. "Free Pygmy Puffs to test subjects? The damned things breed like mad anyway."
Angelina brought the bottle back up to her lips for another drink. "I remember that one Slytherin was pink with boils for WEEKS. It was glorious." Yes, if it had been someone else she might have seen it as mean, but that guy was a prat.
Angelina uncrossed her legs and gave George a playful push with her foot. He knew better than to honestly think that's what happened in the Harpies lockerroom, but she had a hard time breaking his poor, little heart. "The oil baths are amazing."