"True," Millicent replied. "But honestly, I'd forgive him for all of that if he said he loved me. That's mental, isn't it?"
She spit out the firewhiskey she'd been sipping and laughed at Pansy's suggestion.
"Our parents would never allow it," she smirked. "You know we have to marry to keep the line going. But I'd pay a thousand galleons to see the look on your mother's face if you told her we were getting married."