She'd always liked Angelina. Even back in their days at Hogwarts when they had absolutely nothing in common, the older witch had always been kind. It was common knowledge that once George Weasley was executed, she lost a lot of the spirit she once possessed. Unmarried and unconcerned with changing that fact, she'd played Quidditch until her knees could no longer take the strain and she had to set her feet back down on the ground. Though it would've been so easy, and understandable, for Angelina to not wish to speak to one of the most infamous Death Eaters out of pure spite for the losses she'd endured in her own life, she never seemed to forget the days when they were both children playing at a war they were doomed to lose.