The smile on her face crept toward her left side, sneaking across like Benedict's boasts might have. It didn't sound too likely of a thing to happen tonight, not with it being so quiet elsewise. Millie would certainly have been told, or that's what she would suppose, at least. Perhaps such details were kept from new prefects as not to alarm them, or those of the female persuasion. As she felt the annoyance rising on her neck, the young witch decided to dismiss Mr. Hunter's claims as mere sarcasm.
"Oh yes, I was just on my way to the library to investigate a," Millie thought for just a moment, she wasn't quite as creative on the spot as some of her peers. "disturbance there." Give her a quill and parchment, and she could write an elaborate fiction. For now, this version would have to suffice for a sarcastic retort enough in the waning hours of the evening.
She looked off to the side, as if something had drawn her eyes there. Something had, of course, but it was the hope of not meeting his. As it was, the chance of Benedict seeing much in her face was dim, like the lighting that their two wands afforded. "Classes aren't quite the same without you either." Millie glanced back toward him, interested in his reaction this time, "Do you have the new Ancient Studies professor? She's...well, I suppose you've seen her if you've continued to NEWTs."
That was the particular aspect of her education that the young witch hadn't thought too deeply about yet. There were classes that seemed interesting to take, and a few that she knew would unlock an ambitious career for her. Yet no matter how often her friends assisted, or her assignments came back with high marks, Millie still felt an unease about her future at Hogwarts beyond the OWLs. "It doesn't feel too different than any other year, and yet it does. There's planning for the Book Club, and naturally the prefect duties."
She inclined her hand to take account of the pair in the corridors, standing together where she wouldn't have dared a year ago. In the dark, after curfew, alone and unsupervised. Millie nearly called for her fellow Ravenclaw, but held back for now. "I hope I haven't taken on too much."
"Oh yes, I was just on my way to the library to investigate a," Millie thought for just a moment, she wasn't quite as creative on the spot as some of her peers. "disturbance there." Give her a quill and parchment, and she could write an elaborate fiction. For now, this version would have to suffice for a sarcastic retort enough in the waning hours of the evening.
She looked off to the side, as if something had drawn her eyes there. Something had, of course, but it was the hope of not meeting his. As it was, the chance of Benedict seeing much in her face was dim, like the lighting that their two wands afforded. "Classes aren't quite the same without you either." Millie glanced back toward him, interested in his reaction this time, "Do you have the new Ancient Studies professor? She's...well, I suppose you've seen her if you've continued to NEWTs."
That was the particular aspect of her education that the young witch hadn't thought too deeply about yet. There were classes that seemed interesting to take, and a few that she knew would unlock an ambitious career for her. Yet no matter how often her friends assisted, or her assignments came back with high marks, Millie still felt an unease about her future at Hogwarts beyond the OWLs. "It doesn't feel too different than any other year, and yet it does. There's planning for the Book Club, and naturally the prefect duties."
She inclined her hand to take account of the pair in the corridors, standing together where she wouldn't have dared a year ago. In the dark, after curfew, alone and unsupervised. Millie nearly called for her fellow Ravenclaw, but held back for now. "I hope I haven't taken on too much."
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