It had been two years since Millicent had been to this room, and this time, she was the one who stood to be caught. And since she'd been so blindingly angry that she'd outed her blood status to the world, she could practically smell the torches of a flash mob.
Coming in as quietly as she could for someone of her stature, she looked around. Well. First one there, save Seamus. "Oi there," she muttered, waving at him. "I take it I'm early."