"Yeah," Millicent said. "We were supposed to go out the other night. To Blaise's club. It was the big Death Eater Disaster Day, though, so we went with today instead. Not exactly sure of what we're doing, but I'm pretty sure it's not going clubbing. A coffee, maybe."
She was rambling a bit. This whole conversation was odd. Well, not as odd as trying to convince some stuck-up Healer that she hadn't magically impregnated Tracey, but it was definitely up there.
The papers were thrust at her and she looked at them for a long moment before looking up. "Huh," she said. "A Zabini, then, is it? Not that I'd judge if it wasn't, but this is really complicated enough as it is."