love, love, love this fic!!
As always, I'm the last to the fest party and you've gotten lots of lovely comments already. Still, I want you to know how much I love this fic. Millicent's POV is just right. She's a lovely, strong, confident adult, but gave up any illusions about being a pretty girl long ago, because its just easier that way. How many of us feel just as she does when she says: "No one'd wanted a stocky, swotty, plain, utterly ungraceful cow on their arm or under their prick. I'd been fine with that for the most part--or at least that's what I'd told myself when I heard them moo at me as I passed them in the hall. I didn't want them anyway." As perfect as your Millie is, she wouldn't be flesh and blood if she wasn't surrounded by such wonderful Victor, Harry, Draco, Pansy and Frankie characters. This is a true delight and I would love to see where Millie and Victor go from here. Kudos!