Threatening her friend was not cool. Threatening her friend, taking her wand and slowing her down to a standstill was even less so. Doing all those things while she was holding a baby?
Oh yeah. They had bypassed uncool, thrown themselves past shitty, skipped past unbelievable and stopped at ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS.
Millicent's eyes darted from the Death Eater by way of Daphne to Damien. He was awake now, and looked like he might start screaming his head off any second now. They were backed up against a wall, Daphne was wandless and the man in front of them - faintly familiar, as if she was supposed to know who he was - was more than a little aggressive.
Millicent moved slowly to one side, trying to make it look as if she had too been hit by the Impedimenta-spell, while cursing the fact that she knew very little advanced magic. She was better with brute strength. Much, much better.
Punching a random Death Eater would probably be stupid, even by her standards.
Very slowly she pushed her arm back, pressing her own wand into Daphne's hand. She could only hope to high heavens that she would Apparate away. She might not be able to move very fast, but Apparation was a stand still sort of business.
Quickly Millicent stepped in front of the two of them, giving Mr Scary her hardest look. It would only buy her a few seconds, probably, but it would be enough to get the damn baby out of the way.
Six feet tall, three hundred pounds and one hell of a death stare. It wasn't much, but it would have to do.