WHO: Millicent and Roger WHEN: Sunday evening WHERE: HER house. WHAT: Reunited and it feels so.. not good? RATING: TBD language def.
Could she volunteer for another week of patrol? It sounded like a fantastic, no brilliant idea. Anything to not return to her own home... there was something so inherently wrong with that sentiment that it made Millicent want to send her fist through a wall. It was her home. She loved her home. Certainly loved it more than another living person save her father. But oh no, not anymore. It wasn't a safe comfortable place she always looked forward to returning to... now it was some kind of horror chamber. Yes Horror chamber was fitting. She was forced to take in a gigantic git of a Ravenclaw, forced to share her home with him and far worse than that expected to share her life with him in some way.
This was not what she had signed up for. No. Not in any way shape or form.
She'd been prepared to leave him alone as they'd agreed. She'd return. Make certain he hadn't touched anything and then be on her way. But then there was that owl... the owl that the house elf had waiting for her the moment she stepped foot into the door. She'd known it was nothing good the moment she recognized the signature at the bottom of the page. What fresh hell was this. She had to waste an entire day because of some... Just because she was born a female did not mean she had any interest in fulfilling the stereotypes of her gender. Fuck that. Did Davies have to spend all day doing some ridiculous marriage program thing? Not bloody likely.
She threw the wadded piece of paper at the unsuspecting elf who managed to take the brunt of the paper and scurried off with a squeak. For a few moments all she could see was red, red and the old rugs disappearing beneath her feet as she stormed toward the stairs and pounded her way up to the second floor. Two doors down on the left. The room she'd told Davies he could have. It was coincidentally as far from hers as you could get. Imagine that. If his things weren't in that room and if she so much as found a thing out of place in the other rooms on this floor she really would have his balls.
One quick pound on the door and she was opening it. Poor thing couldn't do any locking charms now could he.