Eden will stay with you." I glanced up at the blue-haired woman who watched us. "She promises to take good care of you. Right, Eden?" Eden nodded, curt and no-nonsense, a soldier to the bones. I glanced back at Angelina. "You trust her, don't you?" Angelina didn't turn her wide eyes away from me. I needed Angelina's answer. But then her eyes sparkled, ever so slightly, as she gave me her response, a barely perceptible nod. No one else could have possibly known how much meaning that single gesture held. Eden was honorable. Angelina had told me so.
Who're you going with, then?" said Ron. "Angelina, " said Fred promptly, without a trace of embarrassment. "What?" said Ron, taken aback. "You've already asked her?" "Good point, " said Fred. He turned his head and called across the common room, "Oi! Angelina!" Angelina, who had been chatting with Alicia Spinnet near the fire, looked over at him. "What?" She called back. "Want to come to the ball with me?" Angelina gave Fred a sort of appraising look. "All right, then, " she said, and she turned back to Alicia and carried on chatting with a bit of a grin on her face. "There you go, " said Fred to Harry and Ron, "piece of cake.
Angelina, Alicia, and Katie suddenly giggled. "What?" said Wood, frowning at this lighthearted behavior. "He's that tall, good-looking one, isn't he?" said Angelina. "Strong and silent," said Katie, and they started to giggle again. "He's only silent because he's too thick to string two words together," said Fred impatiently.
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At first, before you meet her, you're like, 'I'm gonna meet Angelina Jolie! I'm talking to Angelina Jolie!' And then, within a matter of five minutes, you're like, 'Oh, I'm just talking to my director,' and it's just back to work. She really is all about the work. She's so surprisingly down-to-earth.
Okay, I've only just found out the final lineup for Slytherin, " said Angelina, consulting a piece of parchment. "Last year's Beaters, Derrick and Bole, have left now, but it looks as though Montague's replaced them with the usual gorillas, rather than anyone who can fly particularly well. They're two blokes called Crabbe and Goyle. I don't know much about them-" "We do, " said Harry and Ron together. "Well they don't look bright enough to tell one end of a broom from another, " said Angelina, pocketing her parchment, "but then I was always surprised Derrick and Bole managed to find their way onto the pitch without signposts." "Crabbe and Goyle are in the same mold, " Harry assured her.
You expect me to believe you're a witch? A broom riding, cauldron stirring, poison apple witch? Witches are Fae, Angelina, " Dasan mocked. "No, you creeper, witches are not Fae. Maybe some are, but there are mortals who practice witchcraft, and I'm one of them!" Angelina almost spit the words at him. "And we don't ride brooms, get real! How Hans Christian Anderson are you, anyway? As for poison apples, you'll be lucky to not get served one in your lifetime! I mean, you and your buddy here turn into giant... what are you... dogs... but you can't believe in a little earth magic? Grow up!" "See, this is the kind of conversation that would crop up on like a third or fourth date, " I chimed in, unable to help myself. -told by Finley in The Sacred Oath
Speaking of body decorations, I luuhhhvv your belly piercing!' Heeb said, looking at the gold ring in the center of her slim, tan waist. Despite the artic cold, Angelina had opted for a skin tight, black tube top that ended just above her belly, on the assumption that a warm cab, a winter coat, and a short wait to get into the club was an adequate frosty weather strategy. Heeb was still reverently staring at her belly when Angelina finally caught her breath from laughing. 'Do you really like it? You're just saying that so that you can check out my belly!' 'And what's so bad about that? I mean, didn't you get that belly piercing so that people would check out your belly?' 'No. I just thought it would look cool... Do you have any piercings?' 'Actually, I do, ' Heeb replied. 'Where?' 'My appendix.' 'Huh?' 'I wanted to be the first guy with a pierced organ. And the appendix is a totally useless organ anyway, so I figured why the hell not?' 'That's pretty original, ' she replied, amused. 'Oh yeah. I've outdone every piercing fanatic out there. The only problem is when I have to go through metal detectors at the airport.' Angelina burst into laughs again, and then managed to say, 'Don't you have to take it out occasionally for a cleaning?' 'Nah. I figure I'll just get it removed when my appendix bursts. It'll be a two for one operation, if you know what I mean.