Lavender + Millicent
Hearing the creak of the bed as Lavender shifted above her, Millicent opened her eyes in time to see the other woman peek down again, her face crestfallen. But Millicent only smirked back. Winding Brown up was strangely satisfying, maybe because it something normal amidst the insanity of Marrowood.
The flat tone of Lavender's voice made her wince, though, and Millicent flipped onto her back again, pushing her hair out of her face at the same time. "I don't fucking know," she said. And then, because it was the truth, "Probably not."
Pessimistic as she was, Millicent would've rather pull her own teeth out by hand than talk about the hopeless situation they'd found themselves in. "My mother is a liar," she said instead, forcing the words out. Merlin, she hated storytime. "She couldn't claim to be a pureblood, so she claimed to be rich instead. For seven years, the whole time she was at Hogwarts, she lied. And my father -- who's a big, dumb asshole from an ancient family of big, dumb assholes -- believed her right up until after their wedding.
"Being married into a pureblooded family didn't get her the prominence she craved and he didn't get the money his nearly broke estate desperately needed. You can image how truly happy they are together. And that's what my family is like. One question left, Brown. I'm going to take a piss and brush my teeth."
With those words, Millicent shoved herself upright and left the room before Lavender could reply. The loo was free, thank Merlin, and she took her time, washing her face and braiding her hair before finally heading back to the room.