She made a slight gesture as if to say "cheers" with her own glass. "Well then to the best of intentions, eh, mate." She said before taking a drink. Angelina had been rather fond of Roger. He was good eye candy, and while they'd been rivals as captains their last years (Umbridge terrorizing her team not withstanding), Roger always played fair. It wasn't like she had to worry about her teammates getting hexed around Ravenclaws or Hufflepuffs. She just felt like he needed someone to kick that ego into gear sometimes.
She couldn't help but roll her eyes even if she, too, was smiling. "No, we've both gotten it worse. You'll be fine without my interfering. But someday if you get hurt more than a bruise I might be tempted. Because I'm nice." She'd seen Roger on the pitch he was talented enough to dodge most ANYTHING that came up on him on the pitch.