Author's Note
Millicent responds to fat shaming.
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§ Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix §
Behind the Scenes - Creation of the Inquisitorial Squad
There is nothing more rare, nor more beautiful, than a woman being unapologetically herself; comfortable in her perfect imperfection. To me, that is the true essence of beauty.
~ Steve Maraboli
"I'm sure you understand, dear," the older witch simpered, "that I only want the most able-bodied wizards and witches to join the Inquisitorial Squad. Perhaps if you took better care of yourself and started dieting—"
Draco stepped forward before Millie had a chance to snap at her, a smooth smile on his face. "Professor Umbridge, I'm sure you can see the benefit of adding her to the squad. She put Hermione Granger in a headlock once, and that Mudblood couldn't escape without Potter's help. Millicent's just as strong as Vincent or Greg. We need her."
Umbridge's protuberant eyes narrowed and her mouth twisted angrily for a second before falsely smiling again. "Alright." She patted Millie on the head, and it was all the younger witch could do not to smack her hand away. "Let me tell you lovely children about the squad's upcoming obligations…"
After returning to the Slytherin common room, Pansy excitedly told anyone who would listen about their duties, especially how it meant they could take even more points from other houses. A sixth-year girl rolled her eyes and turned to Millie. "Are you okay?" she asked quietly. "That pink monstrosity had no right to say what she did to you."
"Honestly, I'm fine. That stodgy cow's an idiot and only wishes she had thighs this wide," said Millie, holding her arms out before proudly placing her fists on her hips. "I can fit more Kneazle kittens on my lap than she could even dream of… She calls herself a cat lover. As if!"
"Good girl," the older girl said. They shooed away some third years and sat down on the couch farthest from Pansy's unwilling audience. She gave Millie a double take. "Umm… How many kittens have been on your lap at one time?"
Millie leaned back and crossed her arms with a devious little smirk. "If I told, then you'd die of jealousy."