Who: Millicent Bulstrode and Morag MacDougal What: A date? Not a date? When: Tuesday, after McGonagall's funeral Where: Hogsmede Rating: low
In the car I just can't wait To pick you up on our very first date Is it cool if I hold your hand? Is it wrong if I think it's lame to dance? Do you like my stupid hair? Would you guess that I didn't know what to wear? I'm just scared of what you think You make me nervous so I really can't eat
Millicent pressed her hands flat over her hips, making sure her robes were smoothed and wrinkle free, and also to wipe the sweat away from her hands. She was nervous. Why was she nervous? She knew Morag. She was friends with Morag, or well, at least friendly enough. She wanted to become better friends with her, but that meant going out and being a member of society. She knew Morag would be uncomfortable as well, because she didn't love being out around so many people, but Millicent hoped she'd enjoy lunch out after McGonagall's funeral.
The funeral had been really nice. Millicent had remained quite stoic through it all, but a couple small tears had escaped as the Minister spoke about the love her students had for the former teacher. Millicent counted herself in that number after she had been mentored by the older witch during Minerva's retirement. Before she might not have been so complimentary of the other witch, but as an adult, Millicent had come to appreciate and be fond of the older woman.
When the funeral had dispersed and folks were mingling around with refreshments, Millie took the opportunity to return to her rooms in the castle and freshen up. She was eager to meet Morag, but she didn't want to wear her heavy teaching robes that she had worn for the funeral. She changed into her new robes and cast a freshening charm on herself. She reached for her "date night" perfume, but her hand froze. It wasn't a date, was it? Millie wondered subconsciously if she did want it to be a date. A knot formed in Millicent's stomach, perhaps she did want it to be a date.
Millie swallowed the knot down, and kept moving. She didn't want to dwell upon the fact that she had never gone on a date that she was eager for before in her life. She also didn't want to dwell upon the fact that she had been interested in women far longer than she cared to admit. If she even felt she could admit that much.
Before she knew it, Millicent was past Hogwarts gates where others were wandering by leisurely. Some were making their way to an apparition point and others were making their way to the Hogwarts Express. She went to the place where she had planned to meet Morag, outside a little shop between the apparition point and the train station, so they could decide on a meal and get to know each other a little better.
Millie browsed in the window; tchotchkes were neatly laid out in a fascinating play with the little salt and pepper shakers that looked like animals and plates that had little girls on them. If one looked closely, she thought, it felt like the items could tell a story. She smiled and glanced up hoping Morag would come soon.