Myrtle clung tighter to her wiggling cat as Millicent stepped closer. Myrtle could pretend to be friendly, it was something she had to do when she was out with her mother all the time, but she wasn’t sure how she felt about the larger girl coming towards her. Despite her nerves, she still (unsuccessfully) tried to smile.
“That’s nice. The village isn’t so bad once you get used to it. I love it here.” She told her softly. When she asked about Draco, the younger girl nodded and pointed back down the path to the Manor. “He’s in the house. Are you a friend of his? I like him very much.”