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Millicent Bulstrode (reinventingmils) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Pansy had mentioned inviting him, Millicent agreed silently, though she hadn't heard he'd sent an acceptance or refusal. Not that many people refused Pansy Parkinson's invitations, of course. But the matter had slid to the wayside in Millicent's brain in the hassle of packing and moving, and seeing him in person after so long was...jarring. It hurt, she admitted to herself, especially when he continued speaking and that woman was the next thing in the air between them.

Another sip of sangria gave her time to think quickly, and she tipped her head back a little to look at him better. "I just moved up to the city," she answered, "and I'm trying not to think about all the unpacking I still have left to do. A person never knows how many things they own until they have to move." She smirked slightly, taking another drink. "Job interviews, trying to see people I haven't seen in a while, getting the house in order...the like." Millicent raised her eyebrow quizzically. "How about yourself?"