Millicent was not at all sure what she was getting herself into. All she knew was that she had been promised explosions, and Bomba could generally be trusted to follow through with her promises.
Apparating to the agreed upon place, she looked around, frowning at the place with the glittering lights. It was not only Muggle, but gaudy, and she disliked it already. Then again, she disliked most places.
"So," she said to Bomba. "Why the fuck are we doing this, again?"