The young witch settled into a ready understanding as the younger boy spat out defensiveness. She recognized it, even as she eschewed those kinds of tactics. Millie wouldn't resort to whining or wheedling, much less bribery, to get her way. And the Gryffindor seemed very much like the kind of boy who was used to getting his way.
Or at least one who thought he always should.
Millie didn't get luxuries like those. Or sweets stolen from the drawers of professors in-between classes. Her eyes narrowed as her brow knit together above them, irritation burning beneath the palm that tightly gripped her bookbag. It didn't seem right that he should get to indulge himself, or that the professor would ask his help to do so. No, none of this seemed right to her.
"Finnigan?" she asked, a free hand reaching into the sleeve of her robes, her mind working. Did she know the Finnigans? Perhaps of them. The young witch was certain she had heard the name, but it didn't sound like one of the prominent families of Hogsmeade. She stood pondering until her ears detected defiance from the troublesome boy again. "Oh I am? My apologies, Mr. Finnigan."
She stepped aside to let him pass, but the young witch withdrew her wand, unwilling to just let it go. Her eyes found the clenched fist, his prize gripped tight in greedy palms, and her wand swished in the air behind him. "Expelliarmus!"
Millie held out her hand for the candy, waiting to catch it if she had performed her spell correctly. Using a spell on her classmate wasn't exactly proper, though it wasn't exactly forbidden either, they weren't in the corridors yet where it was strictly off-limits. Besides, she intended to turn herself in afterwards, right alongside this supposed errand boy. "I guess you won't mind us going to Professor Lissington together, then, will you Mr. Finnigan?"
Or at least one who thought he always should.
Millie didn't get luxuries like those. Or sweets stolen from the drawers of professors in-between classes. Her eyes narrowed as her brow knit together above them, irritation burning beneath the palm that tightly gripped her bookbag. It didn't seem right that he should get to indulge himself, or that the professor would ask his help to do so. No, none of this seemed right to her.
"Finnigan?" she asked, a free hand reaching into the sleeve of her robes, her mind working. Did she know the Finnigans? Perhaps of them. The young witch was certain she had heard the name, but it didn't sound like one of the prominent families of Hogsmeade. She stood pondering until her ears detected defiance from the troublesome boy again. "Oh I am? My apologies, Mr. Finnigan."
She stepped aside to let him pass, but the young witch withdrew her wand, unwilling to just let it go. Her eyes found the clenched fist, his prize gripped tight in greedy palms, and her wand swished in the air behind him. "Expelliarmus!"
Millie held out her hand for the candy, waiting to catch it if she had performed her spell correctly. Using a spell on her classmate wasn't exactly proper, though it wasn't exactly forbidden either, they weren't in the corridors yet where it was strictly off-limits. Besides, she intended to turn herself in afterwards, right alongside this supposed errand boy. "I guess you won't mind us going to Professor Lissington together, then, will you Mr. Finnigan?"
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