Talking too much and too loudly was what Millicent did best. Still, she wasn't a complete idiot, although most people seemed to disagree with that particular sentiment.
"People keep telling me that," she said, lowering her voice a little. "My sister calls me a deranged banshee most of the time."
She had to fight back the urge to tear the pamphlet (pamphlets, really, there were a whole pile on her desk) into a million pieces.
"But how can we let them do this? If we just shut up and let them go on with that we'll be forcibly married to some wretched bloke who smells like feet and garlic, made to pop out a generation of -" she actually lowered her voice to a whisper, which was really saying something "- Ministry happy little drones."