cleaning up her act
Who: Millicent and Tom
What: a meeting... and who knows what will happen. (possible warnings for evilness and violence?)
Where: a very special bathroom on the second floor
When: Monday, November 3, 1997. just after this thread.
Status: in progress
Once she was out of immediate danger, Millicent paused to think for a moment. She could not go to the hospital wing, despite the blisters on her side; the Hufflepuff and her saviours would be heading up there soon. She didn't really want to, anyway: Millicent had not once been to the hospital wing in all her years at Hogwarts, no matter how many injuries she'd suffered in fighting. She was no good at patching herself up, but most things went away with time, and she wasn't a stranger to pain.
She was also loathe to return to the dungeons. It was where they would expect her to go, and she didn't want to show up around the Slytherins in a weakened state. She cast around for another place to go, and spotted the stairs. No one would be expecting her to go up, perhaps she could find a bathroom to clean up and hide out in for a while.
Her cats followed as she rushed up the stairs, but she got tired halfway through and slowed down. Whatever the kid had hit her with hurt, it felt like all of her nerves were strung out and jangling. Her fury likely didn't help, either. Luckily, there was no one following her, and she made it to the girl's loo without running into anyone. She moved tiredly towards the sink and made a half-hearted attempt to wash the blood from her hands, cursing absently under her breath.
What: a meeting... and who knows what will happen. (possible warnings for evilness and violence?)
Where: a very special bathroom on the second floor
When: Monday, November 3, 1997. just after this thread.
Status: in progress
Once she was out of immediate danger, Millicent paused to think for a moment. She could not go to the hospital wing, despite the blisters on her side; the Hufflepuff and her saviours would be heading up there soon. She didn't really want to, anyway: Millicent had not once been to the hospital wing in all her years at Hogwarts, no matter how many injuries she'd suffered in fighting. She was no good at patching herself up, but most things went away with time, and she wasn't a stranger to pain.
She was also loathe to return to the dungeons. It was where they would expect her to go, and she didn't want to show up around the Slytherins in a weakened state. She cast around for another place to go, and spotted the stairs. No one would be expecting her to go up, perhaps she could find a bathroom to clean up and hide out in for a while.
Her cats followed as she rushed up the stairs, but she got tired halfway through and slowed down. Whatever the kid had hit her with hurt, it felt like all of her nerves were strung out and jangling. Her fury likely didn't help, either. Luckily, there was no one following her, and she made it to the girl's loo without running into anyone. She moved tiredly towards the sink and made a half-hearted attempt to wash the blood from her hands, cursing absently under her breath.