Millie blushed faintly at the compliment, unused to hearing such things from someone like him--especially someone like him, who she was so attracted to. "Thank you," she replied, squeezing his hands gently back. It was relatively simple outfit, but it was nice.
Her mother shuffled slightly behind her, reminding her subtly of their presence, and she stilled the urge to roll her eyes. "Draco, these are the Mems--my mother and aunt," she clarified, gesturing at them both in one motion, not particularly differentiating who was who.
The women were identical twins, of course, so it didn't particularly matter other than the fact that one was a squib and one was a witch. There was nothing about the way they dressed--casual, comfortable robes, same style in two different shades of green--or the way they acted to give it away either way.
"I'm Melinda," said the first, holding out her hand. On paper, she was the one who was said to be Millicent's mother.
"And I'm Malendra," said the other, who was her mother in truth. "It's a pleasure to meet you." Their voices were so close that without looking, it might be hard to tell which was which as well.
Millicent wasn't eager to linger, given her mother's slight hesitance at this match and the natural maternal (on both fronts, both having acted as mother) instinct to learn more about the beau. However, she couldn't quite drag Draco out of the room, even if she could edge them subtly that way.