Daphne nervously tucked hair behind her ear, although she calmed a bit at Millicent's response, even if her words were cold. She looked up, resolve in her eyes. "Yes, they are. A woman should never be a prisoner in her own home."
"It should come written in bright red letters across their forehead," she said, laughing. "There may be some good ones, but it seems they're few and far between," she said. And she wasn't about to start dating Mudbloods, no matter how nice they were. "The men in my life at least know how to treat a woman, even if they aren't marriage material." Not that there really were that many, at the moment.