Malcolm saw the whole gesture that Millicent did to the punch. Spiking the punch bowl..he was surprised that she wasnt caught either. When she approached him again, the younger boy raised an eyebrow, smirking slightly.
"Next day I assume is the hangover day" he commented. "Which house do you bet will be the most drousy?"
Millicent's smirk grew as she confirmed, "Hufflepuff. They get drunk after their first one." She looked over at Malcom. "But that was only the beginning, I can get away with so much with this costume!"
"What was that, Weasel? If you want to say something, don't be afraid to say it louder, by all means... or are you too afraid to?" Millicent smiled snarkily.
Their path was blocked, however, by Draco, who had approached the pair of Gryffindors from the opposite side, his cloak billowing behind him. He'd left Pansy a while ago, on fairly friendly terms, he thought. Now it was time for his other plan of the evening.
"Of course it is, Millicent. Little Ginny here wouldn't hurt a fly. Or should that be couldn't?"
"And what about you, Potter?" Draco said, turning to his nemesis, his red eyes flickering. "Do you consider yourself capable of defending your precious girlfriend? Her body? Her dignity? Or even just her reputation? Because I doubt it."
"Next day I assume is the hangover day" he commented. "Which house do you bet will be the most drousy?"
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"Of course it is, Millicent. Little Ginny here wouldn't hurt a fly. Or should that be couldn't?"
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"Couldn't," Millicent said casually. "I know from experience," she explained wisely, nodding her head.
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He shot Millicent a quick glance. Go ahead, it said.
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