The thing that made Romilda Vane interesting was her ability to look and sound as if she believed every little bit of what she was saying, and enjoyed cutting a little too deep. Millicent had spent far too much time around Slytherins, each one trying to be better than the next, all wanting to be the meanest, the sharpest, the most eloquent, to buy in on that. Sure, Romilda had no cracks. You couldn't see it on her. But the fact that they were underneath somewhere, was quite intriguing.
"Pfeh. I'm feeling more and more inclined to tell England to suck it," Millicent said. "I don't do business transactions. I do feelings. Sure, they never last more than six weeks, but while they're around it's pretty awesome. No Ministry's going to take that from me."
That was just the sort of proclamation that Romcom would mock until the end of the world. Millicent could hardly bring herself to care.
"To each their own and all that," she added. "But I think I'm leaving the piece-of-paper-let's-produce-a-heir to people like you."