RP: Regulus and Millicent Who: Regulus Black and Millicent Bulstrode Where: Potions Classroom, Hogwarts When: 8 January 2025, during/after class Warnings: None Summary: Regulus talks to one of his Slytherins.
Millicent sat as far away from her 'fellow' Slytherins as she possible could, sneering in disgust at the twittering girls. How, by Salazar, was she supposed to share a dorm with those twits? While there were some choice words to be had about Pansy, Daphne, or Tracey at times, the three could not compare to this new breed of idiocy. Millicent was liable to stab herself, or one of them (preferably them), to put herself out of her misery.
She watched as her potion turned the correct shade, making note of it in her journal. As she waited, she watched her professor, her new head of house, from underneath her lashes. He was young, but besides that, she didn't know what to think of him. It was the same way with Longbottom or any of her new professors.
She didn't trust them.
At least Professor Snape was Headmaster Snape. For that, she was thankful.