"Hurt me? Oh no, but I did get a full dressing down about how I was better than tactics like that and that he hadn't raised me to be a storm trooper. I don't do well disappointing my dad like that and probably cried like I was being killed. So I had to wash towels, spray out the locker room and other smelly tasks all summer for the team. Cured me from being a bully though." Millie almost found it amusing that he would worry about her being beaten or something, not that it hadn't happened in other Slytherin households.
She giggled at the idea of poor old Oyster hunting fish. "Trust me, Carl and Wanda are safe. Oyster barely gets off the bed these days. He's an old boy I've had him for fourteen years."
Memories of the last two years at Hogwarts was sobering. "It could have been worse I suppose. Mostly I kept quiet and my ears open, it allowed me to help the younger students when things got really bad. It's not like someone my size can hide very well, right?"