Millicent really was staring death in the face this time. There would be no intrusions or vigilante saviours. Millicent recognized the voice--it was the same woman who'd attacked her originally. Her wand was foolishly set just out of her reach on the desk. If she attempted to grab it... The end result, she realized, was inevitable.
"Brave?" Millicent questioned, setting her glasses down on the desk and running a hand through her hair. "It was suicide, clearly. There's no sense in playing cat and mouse here, whomever you are. Go ahead. Maul me, toss me about, paint the walls with my entrails; whatever it is that you've been instructed to do by your 'dark lord', get on with it. One battle in an entire war, however. Remember that. And remember that you and I aren't the only two who destroyed my sitting room. There are many, many more."