Milicent and Pansy

[Pansy Parkinson]

A cozy room with fluffy cushions on the floor for two housemates to chat.

Milicent and Pansy only...

[Millicent Bulstrode]

Millicent strode into the room, held high as always and a small smirk on her lips. She immediately lowered herself to the floor, tucked both legs beneath her and grasped one of the pillows, eagerly looking to the door and waiting for her housemate to arrive.

[Pansy Parkinson]

Pansy walked in slowly, her detention with Lestrange hadn't gone too well...for her anyways.
"Hey, Millie," she said and sat gingerly on a pillow.

[Millicent Bulstrode]

Millicent's smirk faded and she creased her brows in sudden concern for her friend. "Hey, Pans...you okay?"

[Pansy Parkinson]

"Peachy, just had detention," she moaned as she leaned on her back. "You?" she asked with a sigh of content.

[Millicent Bulstrode]

Millicent shrugged, "I'm alright. Managing to keep myself out of trouble." She then leaned forward with a small pout, knowing that those detentions never went well for anyone. She outstretched her arms, "how 'bout a hug?"

[Pansy Parkinson]

"Sorry, love, maybe later," Pansy gave a small smile. "My body aches too much," she explained.
"I'm glad you keep out of trouble, I seem to be looking for them," she added.

[Millicent Bulstrode]

Millicent shook her head, "it just isn't fair though, is it?" She sighed and lowered her arms, "I wish there was something I could do to help you, girlie."

[Pansy Parkinson]

"Kill Lestrange, that could help," she chuckled softly.
"Don't worry about me, I'll be fine," she winked.

[Millicent Bulstrode]

"I'll always worry," Millicent told her firmly, smile in place before it turned a little more sly. "Nice suggestion though." She assumed a falsely serious expression, "think I can pull it off? I can be all assassin-like. He'll never see it coming."

[Pansy Parkinson]

"Honestly I doubt, love. He's much too dangerous so don't try anything," she warned her housemate.

[Millicent Bulstrode]

"Well, that's why I'd have to be stealthy," Millicent winked before standing and crouching down a little, moving silently across the floor before taking out her wand and glancing down at her friend, "like this, see? I'll just follow him into a dark corridor or something and," she flicked her wrist and pretended to utter an incantation, "bam. He's dead."

She then straightened and lifted a finger to her chin in thought, "or, I could lure him. Use my natural charm to fool the guy." She smirked, "I am pretty irresistible, aren't I?"

[Pansy Parkinson]

Pansy giggled at the display.
"Oh, you're the bomb," she assured her. "But there's the slight problem of him being mad about his wife..." she pointed out.

[Millicent Bulstrode]

"Ooh," Millicent replied, "but that's even better. Marital issues will definitely make him more receptive to a bit of flirting, don't you think?"

[Pansy Parkinson]

"You can always try," she laughed. "Just be careful."

[Millicent Bulstrode]

"I will," Millicent assured her with a wink. "I'll try and make it fun for myself. Might even have a wingman nearby, a look out or something."

[Pansy Parkinson]

"A wingman?" Pansy grinned. "Do you have something to tell me?" she asked, wiggling her brows.

[Millicent Bulstrode]

"Maaaybe," Millicent drew out the word before smirking. "Let's just say, I went out on a little date with someone the other day."

[Pansy Parkinson]

"Don't torture me!" Pansy whined. "Spill, girl," she poked Milli's side gently.

[Millicent Bulstrode]

Millicent chuckled before nodding, "okay, fine." Her smirk widened, "you know that Caden guy? Well, we met up and had a lovely time at that frilly place in Hogsmeade. We were kinda just going there to make fun of the place, but it pretty much turned into a date."

[Pansy Parkinson]

"Caden in Ravenclaw? Professor Carrow's pet?" Pansy raised a brow.
" You have strange tastes in men, Millicent," she shook her head.

[Millicent Bulstrode]

"Draco said the same thing!" Millicent replied before shaking her head, smirk lingering. "I don't get it. Why is it so strange?"

[Pansy Parkinson]

"Because the guy is a kiss@ss!" she rolled her eyes.
"You need a man, not a whimp," she added.

[Millicent Bulstrode]

"Standing up for his friends doesn't make him a wimp," Millicent replied to her. "Not in my opinion. I really respect how loyal he is to the people he cares for." She glared a little and lowered her eyes as she thought about what Theo had done to Blaise, "he would never turn on them." She again looked to her friend with a small smile, "and I also like how he can still find ways to have fun during this extremely bleak year."

[Pansy Parkinson]

"Yeah, it will do him so much good when he gets killed," Pansy shook her head.
"And I know who you're talking about there. But you must understand that Theo didn't have a choice," she added, though her friend's gesture against Blaise and how it seemed that Theo enjoyed torturing him.... it make her doubt a lot of things.

[Millicent Bulstrode]

"I understand that he was pressured into torturing him," Millicent nodded. "But he liked doing it. He didn't even try fighting it. If it were me, I wouldn't have done it at all. It probably would've gotten me tortured, but that's better than turning on the people who trust me. Looking at it from a logical standpoint, in the long run, you need people who will loyally stand beside you. If he hadn't tortured Blaise, maybe Blaise would've returned the favor someday. Loyalty like that means more than anything else right now."

[Pansy Parkinson]

"You're talking like a Puff," she huffed.
"With what's going on right now, we need to think about our survival. Though I did notice Theo was enjoying it. But it isn't him, it's the Dark magic," she added.

[Millicent Bulstrode]

"I don't know what it was," Millicent replied. "But it still bothered me." She sighed, "and maybe I do sound like a huff. I don't know. Friends have always come first to me. I have ambitions, but there isn't much use in achieving any of them alone. Besides, my greatest complaint with all of this is that I don't want to be controlled. I don't want people telling me what to do." She lifted her chin, "I wasn't raised to be a follower, Pans."

[Pansy Parkinson]

"You were raised to be a Death Eater... that basically means a slave," she gave an ironic grin and then sighed deeply.

[Millicent Bulstrode]

"I know," Millicent nodded, "and that's exactly why I don't plan to be one." She then tilted her head at her friend's sigh. A look of concern crossed her face, "What's on your mind, sweetie?"