Millicent Bulstrode (

It would have been so much easier to simply send an owl with an order for what she needed refilled, but after a day of rescheduling and clearing schedules and rushing last minute to stand in for Rich at a meeting in Glasgow, Mils no longer wanted to be anywhere inside.

Except, of course, that she was inside a building right now, but it didn't quite count. To her, anyway. They weren't her own four walls, and that was what mattered.

"Adi," she called, putting her bag on the nearest work-surface. "You're in here, so stop hiding from me, and help me restock my cabinet so Jane doesn't hex me in my sleep at how disgraceful the state of it is."

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