Millicent eyed her friend. "You don't want to be proper, do you?" she said. "You can do so much better than that. If you don't mind me saying so, Blaise is a definite step up from Montague. Not that you have to stay with him just because of the baby. It's all about happiness, not being proper."
She pulled out a cake form, realised she had forgotten to turn the oven on and used her wand to speed up the heating of it just a bit. She really didn't like using magic when it wasn't necessary, but Tracey really seemed to be in desperate need of some sugar.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," she said. "I just get shirty when people assume that girls don't open doors. And manners? It's not like I collect those. If I remember to say hi to my neighbours when I meet them in the hall it's basically cause for celebration."
Pouring the cake into the form she looked over at Tracey. "I know," she said. "They better not. In that case, putting people into trees isn't nearly enough. That's cause for throwing them up there. Permanently. And do you want tea or something? Don't tell me tea is off limits too. My cousin said caffeine made her baby dance."