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[millicnts]

apologies weren’t millicent’s forté, though she doled them out often. she could be self-centred, that she knew –– but her lack of an effort to stifle that part of her personality was largely the reason that her academic success and lavish social life didn’t clash horribly. as a result, she carried guilt with her almost everywhere and tried to absolve it wherever she could. “ i hope you have a second. ” she starts, standing across from madeline with the slytherin table between them, swallowing her immense sense of pride. “ because i –– obviously, i owe you an apology. ”

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[millicnts]

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          as of late, running into madeline had become less and less dreadful to milli. catching her in the crowd after the quidditch match was a happy coincidence, not the opportunity for discord that she would have seen it as weeks ago. “ i’m throwing a party, ” she starts, “ in the ravenclaw common room. everybody’s welcome, despite all that —- ” she gestures back at the pitch loosely, waving her fingers in the air —- referring to the loss slytherin had just suffered to her own house.