Both sides were very satisfied with the final outcome.
After leaving the café, Albert went straight to the Defense Association headquarters. He had just received word from George: Angelina had been found.
After escaping the Death Eaters' attack, Angelina had been hiding in a safe house. Dobby had only recently brought her to the Defense Association headquarters.
"For now, stay here. Listen to Albert's advice before making any decisions."
As he neared the hall, Albert saw Fred handing Angelina a cup of hot cocoa while quietly trying to soothe her.
"What are you standing here for?"
George appeared behind Albert at some point, reaching out to pat him on the shoulder before following his gaze toward the hall.
"I really didn't want to be such a killjoy and interrupt their time alone," Albert joked with a smile.
Hearing the noise, Fred came out of the hall. He looked at Albert and George in the corridor, raised an eyebrow slightly, and asked, "When did you get here?"
"Just now. Right when we heard you telling her to stay here for the time being."
As he spoke, Albert and George entered the hall together and looked at Angelina, who was sitting on the sofa, pale-faced and clearly in poor spirits.
After all, anyone who spent a day or two alone in a dim place with their nerves stretched taut would be lucky not to lose their mind.
Noticing the pleading look Fred gave him, Albert said calmly, "I suggest you stay here for now. It's very safe. As for your family, I can help you send them a letter telling them that you're safe, that you're only in hiding temporarily, and that they don't need to worry."
"What about my Quidditch training?" Angelina became agitated. "I'm still on trial with the team.