#millicent.1

-- “Of course.” Millicent nodded and pulled her purse over, digging in deep. She pulled out a water bottle, took the top off and filled the top with water. “Come here, love.” She guided his head to the small cup like lid. “Just sip. Now one second.” She reached into her bag again, this time armpit down until she heard crinckling. “Ah, this will do. Barf bag,” she presented a good old fashioned paper bag, handing it to him.

“Take another sip, sweet boy.” Millicent rubbed his hair. He was sweating. She flourished her wand and his hair was nice and dry for the time being. “I could do that all day if need be. No need to worry about your hair, you hear me? Sip again.”

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It felt nice to have someone touch his hair like this. Then again he’d always been a needy tactile little thing hadn’t he? God he was warm and cold all over. And his arms hurt like hell.

“Feeling ill should be illegal.” He mumbled, fully leaning on her now. Where was Doris? “Thank you. For the water.” He took another sip every time she told him too, because he’d always been good with directions.  “I hate feeling ill.”

She put some of her money together so she had an excuse to visit Gringott's. To see Edith face to face, making herself known. She walked through the doors of the giant building, looked around and finally walked in Edith's direction.

"Hello Edith," she smiled. "I hope all is well. It's so nice seeing you more at the Ministry again. Seems that Alice loves your visits as well."  Millicent took in a gulp of air. "Family means everything."

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Edith looked up from her work, perplexed. She didn’t really get many visitors at work. Not many people wanted to risk bugging goblins during working hours. Even Edith made sure to show them as much respect as possible. Her brain scrambled to figure out who this woman was. Edi knew the face from somewhere but she’d seen a lot of faces.

“Yeah, that’s me.” Edith blinked a few times as her mind continued to whir.  “You’re umm,” Oh come on it was just on the tip of her tongue. “You’re...” 

Then it clicked. “Millicent, right?” The old Minister’s daughter. She lived Edi’s worst nightmare. The one she’d spent those few terrifying Portkey’s back home years ago now dreading.  “Ally couldn’t get rid of me if she tried. Not like she would or anything. Hi. Can I help you? Do you need something un-Cursed?”

“Thank you very much, darling.” With a restrained smile, Mirabella accepted the drink that Millicent had brought her as they proceeded towards level 2, the location of the Auror Office. 

She picked up her skirt lightly so that it did not trail on the steps, although they were polished to gleaming tonight. Still, she could see a few changes that she might suggest to Bellatrix were they to take the Ministry again.