VIP (( Millie))

[draco]

The 6th year boys dorm door opened as a younger boy stood in the arch way. "Yes?" Draco said as he glared at the timid troll. "I was sent to get you. Your ride is here." Draco flicked his wrist as he began to put on his cloak. "Fine, Leave now." he said snarling as the door slid shut quitely. Slipping his left and right arms into his black cloak, he placed his wand inside his pocket. Turning the door knob, he left his dorm as he made his way towards the porthole. Walking through a few groups of students conversing about Quidditch tactics, or homework- Draco marched off as he stepped through the darkened corridor leading towards the dungeon halls. Moments later, Draco emerged from the classic oak doors that were at the face of the school. Stepping down the stone stairs, Draco walked towards his carriage which was waiting for his arrival. Stepping on the gold foot bar, Draco paused as he turned towards the school. Thoughts of horrid blood which was dressed arround the school. Spitting on the ground at the foot of the stairs, Draco turned back towards his ride, and got in.

The ride was comfortable. He was happy he was leaving the castle, if only for an afternoon. He was being driven off to a restaurant purely high in standards. It was an afternoon alone and he sure was going to make the most of it. Ten minutes passed as the carriage finnally came to a halt. The maroon door beside him was opened as he stepped out. "Make it faster on the way back." Draco ordered as he walked towards the glass doors of the eatery. Again, the doors were opened at his admission. Walking into the brilliant place a woman greeted him. "Mr. Malfoy we have a table all ready for you. Exactly to your liking, not dicturbed. Follow me, this was please." She said with a smile as she walked him down a hallway and turning a right. The room was empty, grand. He sat down in a golden chair, at a very showy table. Nodding towards the woman, she left him alone. Looking around for a moment, he got disgusted. Pushing the flower peice with the back of his hand, he let it fall to the ground. "Better. But not by far." he mumbled to himself as he opened up the menu and looked for some type of lunch to fit his tastes.

[millicenbulstrode]

‘Will their droning never stop?’ Millie thought as she sat politely at the table of a posh restaurant with her father and some of his friends. It was all so boring; they were only speaking of business, nothing like they would be in the privacy of their own homes. Millicent had assumed meeting for lunch had meant a gathering in a home to discuss important matters when she was informed of who was to be attending; that’s why she had agreed to come in the first place. The Death Eaters and the recent goings on fascinated Millicent but she had not realised that the conversation would be so… formal. And to make matters worse the men hadn’t even ordered yet because they were all to enthralled by the topic of stock exchange.

She mentally tapped her fingers on the table, not daring to do it for real for fear of reproach by her father for her bad manners. She wasn’t listening to them though, she in fact eavesdropping on the hostess and a waitress as they discussed the goings on of other’s personal lives. Normally such gossip didn’t interest her in the slightest but she was just that bored… The pair snapped to attention though as somebody entered the restaurant and was greeted by a familiar name. ‘I wasn’t informed Lucius would be joining us’ she noted; but the hostess walked right past their room into a separate area. Millicent discreetly looked over and watched as not Lucius but Draco tagged after her.

“If you will excuse me a moment; I need to go freshen up.” Millicent said, words falling on deaf ears. With a mental sigh Millicent stood up and slipped out of the room, frumpy purse in hand, making as if going to the powder room. When she reached the door Draco had passed through Millicent altered her course and slipped in to find him at a grandiose table all alone. “Hiding out from the world again are we Drakey?” she asked coming over and sitting across from him, not waiting or even expecting an invitation. “I see so little of you now Umbridge is gone and we no longer have those Inquisitorial Squad meeting. Tell me Drake, how are things with you?” she said to him in an apathetic tone.

[draco]

After a few moments, Draco's cold blues eyes fell on a meal fit for him; Lobster. A hungry grin appeared on his face as a waitress greeted him. "Mr. Malfoy, have you choosen yet?" she asked politely. Looking up towards his right, the woman stood promptly. "Lobster." he said flatly. "And a side?" she added as she nodded at his request. "Greek Potatoes." He said as he closed his menu and handed it to the woman. "Grand, And to drink?" she asked lastly. He replied with a smirk. "Club soda with fire whiskey." The waitress paused for a moment as she wondered if she dared say something against his order. "Is there something wrong?" he spit as his attitude came out. "Not at all sir. Your drink will be out soon." She said with a grin as she bowed her head and walked off.

"Wicked woman, daring to judge me." Draco said as the woman vanished from sight. Sitting back in his chair, He crossed his arms over his chest. Looking around the room, he was the only one there. He did wish he was near a few others, so he could eves drop. Too bad, Draco couldn't have everything he wanted. Looking forward, Draco looked out the vast window- which looked out to a few high class shops. In the better parts of Diagon alley there were shops worth a second glance. Watching and judging a few wizards who strolled by the window, purely unaware. Suddenly a voice spoke. Nagging as it was all too farmilar to him. "Millicent." he said as he turned his head to her. His eyes narrowed slightly as he wondered exactly what she was doing out of school. He didn't know she left as well. 'Must be with her father.' he thought to himself.

Listening to Millicent, she stated how they hardly saw each other since Umbridge was gone, nodding he answered. "In the subject of school, bad since we have that gutterpup as a Headmaster again. My father tryed to keep him out last year. Damn fool. Doesn't listen to anything' Draco spoke as he shook his head in disgust. "But on the lines of life in general. Quite well." he said with a cosmopolitan smile. "And you Millie?" he asked as he motioned towards the chair across from him. Of course, Draco was liked by many people in his house. A 'popular' boy if you might even say. He was the 'Mr. Potter' of Slytherin. Millicent was a friend of Draco's. As well as Pansy, Crabbe, and Goyle. Millicent was more than welcome to join him, plus they had a whole year to catch up on.

[millicenbulstrode]

Malfoy answered her question in two parts and Millicent nodded in agreement with his sentiments about Dumbledore. “Crackpot old fool couldn’t do anything of worth in his youth; why do they expect him to be better at this age? Like his views regarding the filth he welcomes so warmly will up and change… I just hope when his age catches up with him they find someone worthy.” Millicent had many more opinions on the old man but she knew better than to share them in such a public area, the ministry often put ears up when they knew men like her father were around.

He gave a much more brief and vague answer when discussing his life before directing the question back at her. Before answering she motioned in the waitress who was standing at the door somewhat hesitantly; as if intimidated by these teenagers, which she had good reason to be. That was no reason for her not to come in and ask Millicent if she wanted anything though. “Jasmine tea” Millicent said to her abruptly before turning back to Draco. “It should be a good ten minutes before my father even notices I am gone, five more minutes before they begin to miss me.” She said with a charming smile. “My life let me see… Well I must say, things have been coming up roses. N.E.W.T.s are much more stressful than O.W.L.s were though; don’t you find?” She responded to the question with another smile.

[draco]

As Millie agreeded with his statement, his waitress came back with his soda and fire whiskey. Placing the glass goblet in front of him, she opened her mouth to ask if he needed anything else. Before she could speak he held his hand in the air and closed it into a fist, symbolizing for her to shut up. She knew what it ment as she turned and walked away. Placing his hand back on the table, He went for his goblet as he sipped it. The taste spiked his tastebuds as he swallowed, he always liked fire whiskey. Still listening to Millie, she acknowledged a waitress standing towards the opposing wall. She told her what she wanted to drink, as she went away to go get what she desired. "Squibb." he said flatly as he thought about the woman. They were highclass people, show them the same respect that they would show to their parents.

Sipping his drink again, Millicent stated her father, as well as N.E.W.Ts. "I haven't seen Lucius in a week. Out doing something probably." Draco rapped his fingers on the table, slightly annoyed that his father was giving his work more attention than his own son. Draco knew the ins and outs of his father's work. But Draco was the one closest to the 'Wonder-boy'. He had the advantage.
Realizing his mind was trailing off subject, he spoke as he went on about school. "NEWTS, OWLS- doesn't matter." declared. "I get all of lessons at home that are worth remembering." Draco said as he shaped his hand and flicked it, as he made a gesture of using his wand.

As Draco bellowed on, A waitress appeared at his right side with his meal. Moving his arms from the linen tablecloth, the woman placed the place of lobster and potatos in front of him. "Anything else, Mr. Malfoy?" She asked as Draco looked up to her, "Water, and Millicent, do you want anything?" He said as he unfolded his napkin. Draco was a spoiled brat, end of story. But he knew how to treat his few friends that he had, with grand accomidations. If you were good to Draco, he would repay the favor if you were worth it. "Get anything, It doesn't matter." he said in a cross tone, due to the fact he didn't like someone not worthy of galleon to be shadowing over him for more than a minute.

As the waitress left, Draco glanced at Millicent before he began to eat. "So, Any new student I should worry about?" Draco narrowed his eyes as he went on. "You know, Some young Slythering trying to act as if they are worth any nobility?" Draco rolled his eyes, as he cracked a lobster leg.

[millicenbulstrode]

Millicent emitted a small chuckle as Draco talked about receiving the best instruction at home. "Too true. How those arrogant Gryffs don't get it is just beyond me. They think just because they have taken the same courses they can match us; don't get we have had a thousand times the training. I guess they really are so dense as to not get it... But who wants to correct them right?" Millicent said with a smirk. It was so fun to blow away the insolent fools with a display they could never match up to. But you had to be careful with it; don't want the ministry figuring out you know more dark arts than you should. It certainly was a delicate balance between doing what's advisable and what your ego calls for...

As Draco offered she order something her tea arrived with another waitress and was placed down in front of her. "No thank you; I think I am all set. I will have to dine with my father and his mates if they ever get around to ordering and you know how those men get if you have already eaten. They take it as a personal insult quite nearly. Would rather not sit through that lovely discussion with Dear Papa." Millie said with a humoured smile on her lips.

She poured herself cup while the servers left and Draco questioned the demeanor of the younger students. "Oh you know they are the same as they have always been. Every one of them thinks just because that hat thought they would fit they are worthy and deserve the world placed at their feet. I don't know what it is but it seems like each year is worse than the last." She stated dryly, obviously annoyed with the behaviour of these children.