Angie supposed that ought to sting, but frankly she was in "camp hate the parents" right now too, for basically forcing parenthood on her when it was not something she had ever wanted, even for herself, with children that were actually hers. Now she was Connor's guardian, he was rightly annoyed and upset by the whole thing and she was just doing her best to keep them housed and fed and hopefully out of any public scrutiny. It was a good thing she'd already changed careers, because she would have been bitter as hell if she'd had to give up cursebreaking for this, specifically.

Sighing audibly as she heard his door slam, Ang didn't really know what to do about it other than to give him some time. Hopefully things this summer would give him an opportunity to simmer down a little. At least when he was back at Hogwarts that was more familiar for both of them. And that was most of the year. It was just holidays and summer she would need to prepare for. Maybe by Christmas they would have both found an acceptable rhythm.

There wasn't much else she could do for him right now and she wasn't about to chase him upstairs and try to work it out, so Ang moved into the next room to unpack some things for the house. She still needed some time before she wanted to unpack this whole situation emotionally.