"You would make a shit lesbian," Millicent remarked. "Breasts are delicious. And anyway, you're not the one to talk. I can see all the way to your belly button from up here."
Keeping Romilda on an arm's length was absolutely necessary in this instance. She may be little - it made Millicent's neck hurt just looking down at her - but she was vicious. Almost Slytherin-esque, actually. It was a bit disturbing.
"Hypothetically?" She wasn't admitting to anything, hypothetically or not. "Ah, see, hypothetical will get you no front pages."