Angelina sat in the corner of the coffee shop, pulled into the closest form of a ball that she could pull off. In her hands was a steaming hot cup of butter beer, held close to her lips, yet not held to them, and a book. But nothing magical or fancy, but a true muggle book. Wicked, was the book actually and it was the most distracting thing Angelina had put her hands on since her first broomstick. Her mother was a muggle, so she preferred certain things to remain without magic and books had quickly become one of them. The chaser had owned this book about six months after its publication, but she found herself constantly reading and rereading the book when times got just a bit trickier. Taking a deep breath, she went to set the butter beer down only to nearly drop it when she saw someone standing above her, about to catch her attention. ''Merlin!'' Angelina shook, emptying her hands onto the table and looking up at the person. ''Can I help you?'' She said, her voice still shaking, but a laugh punctuating the sentence.