Sisterly duties Who: Millicent and Giordana Bulstrode What: Sisterly duties Where: Non-descript Italian restaurant in or near Diagon When: Friday, September 16th 2005, after work Rating: Probably low
One might think that Millicent would be fuming come Friday afternoon. New bullshit decisions from the Ministry; curfew, fucking martial laws. She wasn't, though. She'd done all of that on Thursday afternoon, having had the absolute delight to read them beforehand.
She loved her job. What she was doing now, that was what she'd wanted for a long time. And the Ministry dared to stomp all over it.
Okay, she was a little bit fuming. But only a little.
She got there well before Giordana, which suited her well, because she needed at least one glass of wine to be able to talk to her sister without wanting to throttle her, and a day like today? A whole bottle, thank you.
She ordered that and some breadsticks, pulled out her knitting, and sat down to wait.