Millicent was quietly excited about her date tonight. Though she rarely wibbled about her clothes, she did so today, driving the Mems crazy and Billy, the jack-of-all-maids, to throw her hands up in the air and laugh.
She dressed somewhere in the middle of very nice and regular, picking a dark brown dress and a set of slightly lighter, chestnut-bronze overrobes that complemented the dress, her hair, and her eyes.
The door was answered by Billy--Wilhelmina--who was a rather plain girl of about sixteen or seventeen, but whose eyes sparked with intelligence, and if you got to know her, ambition. "Good day, sir," she greeted Draco politely, ushering him in the door the same way the house elf who had taught her (and was now so old that getting around the house was very hard). The family couldn't afford the large amount of money that bonding another elf family would cost, and Millicent had come across Billy a few years ago and found a solution to that predicament.
"Miss Millie will be down in just a moment, but please have a seat and make yourself comfortable. If I can get you anything?" Her accent wasn't posh but it wasn't any longer the twang she'd grown up with either.
Millie, informed of his arrival, smoothed soothing hands down her dress one more time and headed down, trailed by her mother and her aunt, the identical faces both somewhat amused and just slightly worried.
"Draco! Right on time. Sorry you had to wait a moment," she apologized.