Angelina just sometimes felt like, even if she was still living her life, she was sitting around waiting for things to happen. It was infuriating. But what the hell was she going to do? She was a bleeding quidditch player. It was her major talent.
"Smart and polite then." She said, even if polite wasn't the perfect word to describe him since he could be egotistical, majorly so at that. "You should watch that. It'll make certain girls go all weak in the knees." No doubt that's what he was going for at all times.
She actually appraised the faint mark on his eye when he pointed it out. "That'll heal up right fast. There was probably some bird handy to kiss it better later, right?" Merlin this could turn into Quidditch battle scar conversation so easily. She had a few of those stories. Including one she thought was funny with her ending up tangled in a rose thorn bush. "More than you can handle probably to be honest."