Millie smiled as her fingers closed around the candy, a self-satisfied sort of smile. Watching the look on the Finnigan boy in front of her sent an electric spark through her veins. She looked at her conquest, trying to read the curious lettering on the label, and let the harsh words fall on her ears. The young witch didn't think she was being mean, if anyone was dishonorable then surely it was a student raiding their professor's desk!
Her own words seemed to hit the target, and as she watched, the young witch saw their deadly effect in action. The spark warmed her limbs, tightening the grip around the candy with sense of satisfaction. Millie could have sworn she knew exactly what was going to happen, for the moment Callum Finnigan spun on his heel to head for the door, she found herself hot on his heels. Still, she called out her indignation, "Hey! Come back here!"
Feet pounded the castle flagstones as the young witch beat a rapid pace behind her quarry. She raced with her wand out, though Millie didn't have any thought of using it on the boy. Dueling wasn't in her nature, and the transition into the corridors meant that she was no longer allowed a spell without risking the watchful eyes of some prefect or professor setting upon them.
In any other circumstance, Millie might have welcomed the approach of one of Hogwarts' rule enforcers.
Now she was intent on some level of satisfaction, more than just depriving the young Finnigan of his purloined sweets. The young witch followed him with a righteous cause, one she was certain even Professor Lissington would approve of. If she could only get close enough to grab him, grasp a piece of clothing or —though it was ordinarily uncouth to do so— his voluminous hair, she could drag him to meet justice at their instructor's hands. He was the Defense instructor as well, surely he would approve of creative methods for defending herself and his honor.
"Now who's the dishonorable one?!" Millie called after the boy, reaching out with her free hand. He was so close, and still always just far enough away. She could feel the wind straining in her lungs, and her calves reminding the young witch that she was not, after all, an athlete. Much less one very good at running.
Millie didn't need to be fast today, she only had to be quick.
Her own words seemed to hit the target, and as she watched, the young witch saw their deadly effect in action. The spark warmed her limbs, tightening the grip around the candy with sense of satisfaction. Millie could have sworn she knew exactly what was going to happen, for the moment Callum Finnigan spun on his heel to head for the door, she found herself hot on his heels. Still, she called out her indignation, "Hey! Come back here!"
Feet pounded the castle flagstones as the young witch beat a rapid pace behind her quarry. She raced with her wand out, though Millie didn't have any thought of using it on the boy. Dueling wasn't in her nature, and the transition into the corridors meant that she was no longer allowed a spell without risking the watchful eyes of some prefect or professor setting upon them.
In any other circumstance, Millie might have welcomed the approach of one of Hogwarts' rule enforcers.
Now she was intent on some level of satisfaction, more than just depriving the young Finnigan of his purloined sweets. The young witch followed him with a righteous cause, one she was certain even Professor Lissington would approve of. If she could only get close enough to grab him, grasp a piece of clothing or —though it was ordinarily uncouth to do so— his voluminous hair, she could drag him to meet justice at their instructor's hands. He was the Defense instructor as well, surely he would approve of creative methods for defending herself and his honor.
"Now who's the dishonorable one?!" Millie called after the boy, reaching out with her free hand. He was so close, and still always just far enough away. She could feel the wind straining in her lungs, and her calves reminding the young witch that she was not, after all, an athlete. Much less one very good at running.
Millie didn't need to be fast today, she only had to be quick.
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