"I come here to be alone and think. That doesn't work if you follow me." Ginny frowned at Angelina over her shoulder.
"What if I come here to be alone and think, too?" Angelina challenged. Ginny huffed.
"We can't be alone together, Angie. That doesn't make any sense."
Angelina shrugged and dropped to the grass near Ginny. Ginny violently peeled off her Quidditch padding. "Gin. It was a close match. Don't beat yourself up -"
"I don't want to hear it. I'm upset and I will be upset and you won't make it better," Ginny snapped, ripping off her shoulder pads. She faltered, her eyes darting to Angelina's face worriedly.
Angelina shrugged. "Okay. Want some teacake?" She pulled a large, wrapped pastry from somewhere in her coat.
Ginny snorted. "Who are you, Hagrid?"
Angelina grinned. "Food in a million pockets? Yes, please!"
Ginny laughed in spite of herself. "That's just so quintessentially you."
"'Quintessentially?' Okay, Hermione." Angelina ripped off a chunk of the pastry and handed the rest to Ginny. "And that's just so quintessentially you - thinking I couldn't make you feel better." She nudged Ginny with her elbow, and Ginny smiled down at the pastry.
"Yeah. Sorry. You know how competitive I get."
Angelina snorted. "Oh, I know. You are crazy, woman."
Ginny leaned over and kissed Angelina. "No, seriously. I'm sorry. Thank you. I do feel better. You always make me feel better."
"I know: I'm amazing." She winked. "Now eat your teacake, or I will."
Ginny giggled. "I can't believe you brought me teacake, of all things."
"Hey, it was the only thing on the table okay! Piss off - no, you know what: give me that!"
"What - hey!"
"Nope - mine now! Ungrateful..." Angie teased, running away with handfuls of teacake. Ginny leapt up and ran after her.
"Angie! Angie! I want the bloody teacake, okay?"
Written for Shipper's Dictionary, Russian Roulette, and inspired by Prompts Galore on HPFC.