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Millicent Bulstrode (reinventingmils) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

It was Friday, she had gotten out of the office by 6 with nothing hanging over her head, and she had new boots. Life, Mils chuckled to herself as she reflexively dusted her hands after Apparating, could be good. She settled her scarf, turned her head just enough to check herself in a shop window, and started down the street for the restaurant.

She wasn't as early as she would have liked to be, since she'd had to Apparate home long enough to change into something more casual than her work-wear, so she left window-shopping for another time and hurried through the knots of people between her and Blaise, who was rapidly coming into view as she walked.

"Hello, stranger," she said cheerfully as she drew up close. "Have you been waiting long?"