Who: Bayleigh and Millie What: Hearing about 'disgusting men' When: Backdated to Saturday Morning Where: Millie's Place Warnings: IDK
Bayleigh had grown accustomed to her massive amounts of free time that she used to have. She wasn't expected to do a lot; other then occasionally accompany her father and Aurora to certain events, though that rarely happened. She had known that if she were to truly dedicate herself to the cause, and to Voldemort himself, she was going to be giving up a lot of her spare time. And she was fine with that. And while it had not occured yet, she was preparing herself for the concept of service. Ever since she had aided in the capture of a werewolf, she had been focusing on increasing her abilities. She wanted to get even better and thus she was doing the only thing she knew how to increase those abilities. Studying and practicing, just as she had during school.
Admittedly, she had been around Millie less then normal. She didn't want to make Millie feel as if she was crowding her or anything of the sort, so the extra studying was a blessing. So, she was really rather excited as she walked up the walkway to Millie's place, bundled up in an over sized snow coat. It was far too chilly for her tastes.
She knocked upon the door, placing her hands back into her pockets quickly.