It was definitely unusual for Millicent to seriously consider going against what she knew would be Pansy's wishes. Pansy was her friend, definitely, and Millicent was used to asking how high when Pansy told her to jump, but she was truly, utterly sick unto death of parties (even though she'd really only attended one recently), and even more sick of the Christmas season. She felt like she'd seen Santa hats, rosy cheeks, fairy lights, and trees everywhere today; the whole country stank of bloody Christmas cheer. Even in Azkaban, one of the guards had taken to wearing a Santa hat, but considering that it had been speckled prettily with blood by the time he'd gone home, Millicent couldn't quite bring herself to care about that quite as much.
Really, holidays just made Millicent hate people even more. And that really did not make her want to go to a party, no matter how much Pansy might want her to. If she didn't have anything better to do - if she hadn't already known that Bayleigh was willing to skive off parties to do something more fun, even if they returned to the party in the end - she probably would have gone all the same, and she might have even managed to avoid killing someone by the end of the night.
Pansy had always been the person that Millicent hated least, which was her version of a compliment. Now, it seemed, Bayleigh had earned that title. Not that she hated Pansy more, of course; Pansy hadn't done anything to deserve her party invitation being rejected. And maybe she still would go, since they were having s'mores earlier than the evening of Pansy's party. The party wouldn't be so bad if Bayleigh was there.
She crossed the room in a few long strides when she heard the knock on the door, and opened it. It wasn't the first time Bayleigh had shown up at her door late in the evening, and she minded even less this time than she did before. Claws was enough used to Bayleigh by now that he didn't even move from his place stretched out by the fire, except to glance up and swish his tail.
"Hey," Millicent said, because some kind of greeting seemed appropriate. She didn't notice the change in clothes; it wasn't the kind of thing she paid attention to. She did notice the bag that Bayleigh was carrying, though, and held her arms out for it. "I'll take that."