This heart is...incomplete

As per usual, she was out of fags. Rummaging through her bedroom, and then Brother-Bot’s bedroom, had supplied her with nothing but a half line of filters and a couple of pieces of filter paper. She’d had a little bit of tobacco but it certainly wasn’t enough to supply her with her fix. After turning her bedroom upside down, she’d turned her brother’s much the same way. That search proved to be more forthcoming though and she laid her hands on a pack of Sterling’s that smelt as if they had been in Jeremy’s possession and they all knew how much he liked to mingle his cigarettes with candy sticks he brought from Muggle sweet shops. Thankfully though, there was only one candy stuck and about six cigarettes in there, all for her. Millie was on cloud nine until she realised that her brother would be pain in the arse if he caught her. Not only would he grass like the good little brother he was but he’d also make sure that she couldn’t get any from Trent in the coming days.

Bloody hell. She missed him. Trent, not her asshole brother.

Pulling on her shoes, Millie emerged from her brother’s bedroom and sidled past him, an innocent look on her face. She held up the cigarettes, grinned, and shot down the stairs before he had a chance to open his mouth. It had been raining for the last few hours so Millie picked up her coat before diving out of the front door and starting at a run down the road. She was hardly dressed for wet and windy weather. She looked more ready for some sort of Gryffindor porn film. That was something she did not want to be a part of yet she had no desire to go back in there and change. Diagon Alley was less than a mile away. If she was that desperate then she could by a set of robes. As it was though, she wasn’t. She was far from interested in being a part of that. Perhaps she would if Trent was involved - for a laugh - but until then, no thank you.

Millie was now sporting something rather new - a tattoo on her back that took up most of it and obscured the scars from the corset piercing she’d had the year before. She’d had tattooed on her back, angel wings and they were incredibly visible through most of her clothes. She’d taken to wearing a jacket just so it covered her back. She didn’t want her mother finding out just yet, not before it was properly healed. There was only so much pain potions and anti-inflammatories could do to ease it. No, it really needed to heal and she wasn’t going to let her mother find out until it was fully ready. It looked good now, mind you, and it wouldn’t be long until she could show it off - a few more days’ maybe.

Getting into Diagon Alley was easy but the rain had yet to ease off. Millie decided to enter the nearest cafe possible. She had some money with her and it was there she knew she could wait off the rain. It happened to be some cafe run by some twins that she went into. She couldn’t help but smirk at the irony, wondering whether her brother would enjoy it there. Millie scraped her shoes on the mat and shrugged her coat off. She hung it up on one of the hooks and did the same with her hooded jumper before fishing her wallet out of the coat pocket of her coat and wandering over to the counter.

She didn’t doubt that under the luminous cafe lights the tattoo was visible. But, without the tattoo, something else was visible. The blouse she’d chosen had lost a fair few buttons at the top and so it dipped quite low, low enough for the lacy red ‘Gryffindor’ bra she was wearing to be on some display. She smiled at the guy behind the counter and leaned against it, her eyes drifting towards the cakes just as his eyes drifted towards her bust. “Can I have a Belgium bun and a cup of coffee please, love?” The man nodded and set to work, leaving Millie to stand there, not awkwardly but feeling a little bit out of place and lonely, even.

Blinking a stare away he felt his blood rush through his body providing him with a slightly strained muscle. He popped his neck vigorously just to make sure he didn't break it when he got into another fight. Recently that had been all his break was, fights and more fights over his blood purity and so on. Slowly moving his seat backward he now stood up walking toward the bar. He now softly tapped her on the shoulder looking straight into her eyes as she turned to look at him, "Enjoying your break Melissa?"

He laughed lightly and within a second his wand was now against her stomach with his other hand. "I think the lady would rather you forget about the coffee and just keep the money for yourself." he spoke not looking at the man behind the counter. "In fact we will be leaving to talk behind the building. Make sure no one bothers us and i will be sure to give you something extra." he smirked as he handed the man 10 galleons.

"Now Melissa I think we are needed outside at the moment and with haste of course. I don't think we need to be kept waiting." David himself looked extremely hot even to some of the guys there they couldn't keep their eyes to themselves. "You see I've been needing to talk to you. My mind has been rather...consumed by the thought of you."

David opened the door to the back and then waited for her knowing he might have peeved her interest slightly. Besides if she didn't follow he'd make her come to his house. Actually it would be better to meet over there but he couldn't wait that much longer because she had snapped his lust and enflared it so much he could feel every muscle wait in eager anticipation

She really should have known better. Foolishly though, at the sound of her less than preferred name, Millie turned. She narrowed her eyes at the sight of a familiar Slytherin and blinked as she felt something poking into her stomach. “Well, aren’t you a brave little boy?” She hissed. “Get your wand away from me now before I shove it up your arse.” She commanded of him, a feeling of dread welling within her at the idea that her threats would do her little good. David Avery was, in short, a psychopath, and Millie knew better than to deal with these ones unless it was from afar. She had yet to come in contact with the other psychopath of Slytherin - Mr. Darius Ryan Flint - and she had no intention of doing so. No, Avery unnerved her, as did all of the Slytherins, and she knew that she was better off out in the rain away from him than she was as close as he was to her. No, she wouldn’t be properly safe unless she was with Trent.

Millie’s eyes widened and she glanced at the worker, imploring with him silently to tell Avery ‘no’. She wanted breakfast, not a discussion with some no-god Slytherin about Merlin only knew what. Millie didn’t want to know. She wasn’t a Pureblood and she wasn’t Avery’s problem until she got her hands on her wand or some black powder. Then, he would have every reason to take his wand out on her. She was saddled with The Trace still but she was sure her father would ferry the reports out in due time. She wanted Avery as far away from her as worldly possible at that moment and, more importantly, she wanted her breakfast. She was hardly in the mood for his arrogance. She couldn’t come up with wit on an empty stomach.

“Actually,” Millie replied airily. “Keep the tip but I want my coffee and my food now,” The worker blinked and nodded before hurriedly fetching her things. Millie smirked at Avery. “You’ll have to use that pretty little wand of yours, sweetheart, if you want me outside. I didn’t come to see you, I came for breakfast. Now unless you want my company here, in this room, then I’m sorry but you can have the back alley to yourself darling.”

But he was already walking away and Millie’s interest was piqued just as he had wanted it to be. She shifted uncomfortably from one foot to the other before murmuring for the worker to hold her order and going in search of David. Millie slipped into the back room and glared at him, hands on her hips. Her wand was in the back pocket of her shorts thankfully so there was no way that, if it came down to it, she wouldn’t be able to defend herself. Millie cocked an eyebrow at him and parted her scarlet lips, wondering what it was he wanted of her. “So you’ve been thinking of me have you? Why on earth would you be doing that? Surely you have better things to be doing with your time. I haven’t got time for this Avery, now spit it out because I have places to be and people to see.”