No, life shouldn't come to a standstill. That was just saying that you were giving. You were letting the idiots and the bastards win. Angelina did not play that game. No, sir. It just seemed like loads of other people chose to considering the fact that Hogsmeade and Diagon Alley were doing their best impressions of muggle ghost towns these days.
But Angelina wouldn't complain about a night out, and she was fairly easy going about quick changes in plans. Besides she shouldn't be surprised. Telling a girl to dress up, usually meant you wouldn't end up swigging a pint at a sports bar. So no, not a complainer. (Although sometimes when Gwenog got in her one of her moods she'd complain. She matched his smile. "Well don't you know how to be flattering." She said sounding a bit amused at him compliment which she took as a come on besides he wasn't looking so shabby himself. "Your mum obviously taught you right."
Enlightening conversations about how awesome they were, no it wouldn't come up. But she too ordered a drink. There were random muggles and muggleborns peppered through out her family, and Angelina liked running around in muggle areas. She thought it was an adventure growing up. Although no one was getting her in a car. EVER. She let her eyes flicker down to a menu for a second. "How are you Davies? Training not getter the better of you, I hope."