Millicent Harry Potter Novels & Stories

It is nationally famous for its astounding home-made cakes, so Vera is a powerful woman and not one to irritate unnecessarily! I arrived at the table with no decision made and tried to play safe. ‘What can I do for you, madam?’ It sounded all wrong. She thought so, too. ‘Sit down, Millicent.’ That was another surprise. I wasn’t mistaken. She did know my name. Nearly my name, I suppose. To this day, she is the only person who occasionally calls me Millicent instead of Millie. And ‘Sit down’? Was my hearing playing tricks?

But her stomach churned and she felt as if swallowing one bite would make her sick. Millicent snorted. “My dear, perhaps I ought to have warned you to lower your standards in that regard. If you use a man’s height against him we may never find the right one.”Millicent says smirking, Millicent is one of Aurora's many good friends, she's also in the same profession as her.

I have added that to the list of your sins against me! 'Why are you here?' Millicent asked. 'Just to introduce my daughter to you!' she said, smiling smugly. 'Your daughter?' Millicent asked and wondered what wizard she had had to hook up with to for whom she had such a lovely daughter. 'Yes, mine!' she said, looking at Millicent oddly as though expecting a particular reaction from her. 'Doesn't she look like me?'

He was known, according to what Cole had said in one of his lessons, for his love of beasts and promotion of animal welfare rights. Next to him stood a woman, a little shorter than me but easily twice my age, as the only female member of the council at present she could only be Millicent Hamult, a veil, recognisable by her almost translucent hair that shimmered silver in the sun light. Her abilities included being able to cloak items in invisibility and she was partly responsible for ensuring the cities walls didn't fall.

She noticed that I was staring too long onto to paper. “I will think about it, Sister Veronica.” “And you are…” She thought for a little while, “Sister Tilly, Right?” “Mathilda.” I corrected. “Nice meeting you, Sister Mathilda.” And I let her go, without even trying. My feet were glued on the thread of the stairs, as I watched her back get drenched. Follow her, Tilly, I told myself, Follow her.

“Really? You have my gratitude, Halfling.” Cent’s action when she winced upon the Halfling term struck the zombie girl. Hence, Matilda immediately asked her her name, which she gladly answered. “Maleficent. You can call me Cent, Matilda. So, which way is this room?” She showed Matilda the piece of parchment that Gushako had given her earlier.

It didn't take long before I spotted Alpha Henry, his arms intertwined with Chrysantha's. I turn around to grab a glass of wine, pretending I didn't notice Alpha Henry's stare lingering on my body. I could feel his presence even from where he stood. And I could sense him coming towards me. "I do not remember inviting you, can you perhaps refresh my memory with your status?!" Henry's voice resounded from behind me. I spun around slowly, wearing the most immaculate smile on my face. "I am Lady Millicent of the Moon Crescent Pack," I said, outstretching my hand towards him. He took it without hesitation.

"Thank you, thank you, Millie." She nodded and quickly went back into the castle. I hugged myself as I felt the wind stir. I glanced up at the moon and prayed to Selene. I asked her for help and guidance as I set myself on this path. Millicent returned shortly after with a car key. She said, "I think this is for the red —" she fell silent. "The red what?" Millicent cleared her throat as her eyes filled with tears. "I guess it won't matter now. I suppose."

Sometimes she was, and sometimes she gave her opinion on a matter unapologetically. "I'm not shy. He does make me shy" Mila looked anywhere but at me. I smiled inwardly. So I did make her shy huh? "Cute" June smiled. "Your fiancéé reminds me of one of my students. Camilla looks to be a high schooler, or atleast graduated. What school did she finish from?" Cameroun asked me and I became temporarily mute. "Ermmm... What's the school again?" I asked Mila who looked like she was struggling not to laugh.

She’s flushed, slightly out of breath, her Harley Quinn pigtails bouncing as she joins me and Jugyoung. “I tried calling you,” she says, leaning close so I can hear her over the commotion. “I couldn’t hear shit,” I reply, pointing toward the still-rambunctious crowd. Jugyoung, now taking in Millie’s costume, tilts her head. “O.M.G! Is this Millie?” Millie smirks, cocking a hip. “And you? Gown-wearing Dracula?” “I’m Morticia Addams, thank you very much,” Jugyoung retorts, rolling her eyes.