Millicent had closed her eyes for a moment, her head resting against the cool glass, when suddenly she heard Neville talking. Looking up, she frowned, then shook her head and stood up and moved away.
She might be pregnant but she didn't need to sit (even if the world was oddly spinning when she opened her eyes) ans she wasn't some vulnerable little bird.
'I'm not sick, Neville, I'm mad,' she said, ignoring the water too. Instead she stuck the flyer into his hand and snorted. 'People are idiots and fools and how dare anyone blame my little girl for what's going on?' she said.
Of course a few months ago she might have been shouting with the rest of them. But then she'd never not been a hypocrite. That didn't bother her in the slightest. In fact she didn't even think about it.
'And Ella spent last night having hallucinations and I am still not allowed to be there because the healers are incompetent.' She sighed, hoping Severus would send that potion soon. Merlin, she wanted someone to do something that mattered.