In her dreams, there was an odd sound. A banging, as if someone was trying to break down her door. Only there was no door, so where did the banging come from?
It took quite a while for Millicent to wake up enough to realise the banging was real, that it came from her front door, and that whoever doing the banging was most likely disturbing the entire street.
'Ella?' she called out, feeling a moment's panic as she didn't hear a response other than from Cat who squeaked from under the sofa. Then she remembered that Ella was playing with Pansy today, and that she was safe.
Another bang sounded loudly on the door, and Millicent looked at it almost in alarm before she realised she needed to open it. She stepped over some toys, scattered around the floor, not bothering to peer out through the drawn curtains as she tried to correct her hair before she got to the door.
Taking a deep breath, she opened it slightly, ready to slam it shut if it was danger, her wand out and pointing at the door should she needed. When she saw Pansy, however, she visibly relaxed, and held open the door a bit more, though she didn't open it completely, feeling oddly ashamed about her lack of make up, her less than freshly washed hair, the wrinkles on the robes that hung a little too loosely around her body. That's when she realised that Pansy was supposed to be with Ella and a fresh waive of panic surged through her.
'Is something wrong with Ella?' she blurted, afraid, worried, and no longer so concerned with how pale and thin she was.