Re: Millicent
She watched him celebrate with a faintly confused feeling, and one of quiet, genuine flattery that he seemed to really actually be happy she'd chosen him. He was such a puzzle to her, especially as she'd never really had anyone who openly desired her presence. Not even her closest friends did, though she knew in their hearts they felt it. Her thoughts were thrown completely askew when he bounded forwarded and kissed her with no warning, but one hand gripped his shirt and she leaned up into the kiss with a surprising amount of passion hiding under her normally impassive exterior.
As quickly as it peeked out, she tucked it back in to its private place, and she smiled back at him. Her family would flip its collective self over, but Millicent found herself oddly not caring - or perhaps anticipating it a bit. Travelling with a man! A Hufflepuff, at that! Scandalous! She could just hear her grandfather cackle in glee. She was starting to see where his enjoyment stemmed from.
"That sounds brilliant," she told him. Perhaps they'd kill each other, or want to; perhaps they'd fall in love. Perhaps a bit of both. The prospect of the latter was tantalizing. She loved to travel, and a companion for once would be very nice indeed.