Millicent Harry Potter Novels & Stories

Among the plates, glasses and the large tray full of pancakes in the center of the table, there were papier-mâché, glitter and very small flower petals, probably because they were the only ones that Millicent was tall enough to reach in the garden. And, right in front of the table, her daughter stood, dressed in her darker pajamas, as if to imitate formal wear, and with a tie tied crookedly around her neck that Alice recognized as part of her magician costume for the Halloween which was coming soon. “Millie?” Alice smiled, laughing at Millicent's determined expression and inflated cheeks “What's all this...?”

After the students were sent to their various classrooms, we were expected to go in and introduce ourselves. As I went through the names of the students that will be learning Occult 101 with me, my lips stretch into a fine line as I see her name right here. Camille us right, we do have a lot in common. I patiently wait to enter the class last so that I can spend as much time as I can with them. Walking into the classroom, I see her sitting and smilling with a young wizard. I know am not meant to be jealous but I do and it’s stupid, I know but I can’t help it, she’s MINE.

I'd come here expecting tedium, but this was beyond even my low expectations. Valoric goes to the door yet again and maybe this time around I would be mistaken for a woodland creature. Grimwell Pack sure had its humor. A servant girl walked in, her head bowed like she was afraid to look up even though her lower face was covered with a white cloth acting as a mask. She moved with quiet efficiency, setting down a silver tray laden with refreshments on the low table between us. She felt familiar and smelled good. Too good for someone I knew would have been sweating all day scrubbing floors.

Every time I look, I feel worse, every time I look, I spend hours scrolling through evidence of my own irrelevance. But I look anyway. Millicent's face fills the screen, she’s radiant in a way I never saw when she was mine. She's at some charity event, standing between Damon Hale and an older man I recognize as Kent Henry, her biological father, the billionaire who appeared out of nowhere to claim her as his heir. She's wearing green. She always looked good in green, I used to tell her it washed out her complexion, because I didn't like the way other men looked at her when she wore it.

She couldn’t possibly be expecting me to answer that question, could she? She came closer to me, and our noses were almost touching as she sized me up with her eyes. I was looking down at my feet, and she lifted my chin with her hands and looked me directly in the eyes. “It indeed is strange. There’s nothing spectacular about you, and he’s doing everything he can do for you. I bet he was confused the moment he saw you dressed so beautifully at the auction, and it is up to me to remind him that you are nothing more than a slave; and you share the same blood with those who caused his father’s breath to cease at the young age of forty-five,” Lady Millicent said.

Sinful smiles, stepping back to let us into his home. As soon as I step inside, I see Millicent, the Moon Goddess. She stands back, looking meek and nervous. She is stunningly beautiful though, with long black hair that falls to her hips, touched with gentle waves. Her eyes are a piercing green, which stare at me warily. I can’t blame her for finding me strange, considering what my power is.

Melissa what are you doing in there, I heard the princess Luciana calling out to me and I immediately swam out of the room. "Am sorry my princess I'm just arranging the room" I said to her and she rolled her eyes sitting down and ordering me to fix her hair. My name is Melissa and I'm a blued tail mermaid slave. I work in the palace as the princess Luciana's maid. I was taken in as a palace slave when my mother committed a crime. She fell in love with a human and got pregnant for the human an act which is a crime in Atlantica.

My aunt Millicent is what one could refer to as a special. Most keepers are considered specials. It is not easy being different , and with the ability to see and deal with supernatural powers. The disadvantage of this ability is the draw back. One of them being loneliness, and uncertainty. Aunt Millicent has a secret lover, so she claims . I have never seen him though, werewolves do not have the power to see ghosts, but she is very sweet, so I pretended to believe.

I clenched my hands and gritted my teeth. I couldn't be mistaken. The broad smile and signature red lipstick Millicent often wore, and her blonde hair, which was often in a high ponytail. Millicent likes the colour pink, everything she donned on her was it, and I was sure if she hadn't come with her father, she'd have used a pink car. She looked joyous, and it infuriated me the more. How could she smile after all she had done?! How could she show her face after killing Apollo and me?