Millia grabbed her glass of Butterbeer and sat down in a corner. There was hardly any one in there, so she was pleased. She took a few sips of the drink and it made her feel a lot better. It was sooo good she drunk the whole glass in one shot. Then Millia got up and realised she still had to buy a pair of black shoes.
''I'll get them now," she said to herself. ''Might as well get it over and done with, I want to go home." She was just about to leave the bar when her mother came barging in.
"Millia, how dare you speak like that to Draco!" Sue yelled, nearly knocking her over.
Millia could see her mother wasn't pleased at all. She could nearly see the veins popping right out of her forehead.
"Oh, come off it, Mum,'' Millia replied, starting to get angry and stressed again. "Didn't he tell you what he said to me?!"
"It doesn't matter what he said to you, you're a girl, you should know better than to ignore him," Sue angrily said back to her daughter.
Now Millia really had enough.
"I'm leaving!" Millia screamed. She then pushed past her mother who was left there with her mouth wide open, too shocked too say anything. The barman then shook his head.
"Feisty that one, better keep her under control," he plainly said to Sue.
"Do you have teenagers?" Sue, who was now fuming, questioned.
The barman obviously hadn't had children, or else he wouldn't have put his head down and started pouring out more drinks.
"I thought so!"
Sue then turned out of the shop. She didn't bother trying to look where Millia was. Sue headed straight home wondering what do with Millia. To yell at her? To sit down and talk with her? Or just to ground her and lock her in her room. They all sounded good to Sue, but she knew to only choose one option.
MEANWHILE~
"All these shoes don't fit!" Millia screamed at the pair of shoes she was trying on. She took them off and threw them away.
"No need to get angry. Let me guess... you're a size 9?" the salesman said, smiling at her. He then got up behind the counter and walked towards a wall full of shoes, stacked to the ceiling. He grabbed the ladder next to him and climbed up it.
"You're a fussy girl, I'm guessing," he said to himself, looking at all the boxes around him.
Millia smiled.
"Yup," she said to him.
He then pulled out a box and climbed back down the ladder. Walking towards her, he opened the box and took out the clean, black shoes. Millia took them from him and put them on.
"Perfect," Millia said, looking up at the man. He smiled. Millia took off the shoes and gave them to him.
Millia paid for the shoes and left the shop. Knowing her mother was probably at home waiting for her, she decided it was best to go home. She was leaving to Hogwarts in a few days.
Millia arrived back home with a slam of the door. She went up the stairs and sitting on her bed was the most adorable looking owl she had ever seen. Sitting next to the owl was her mother, Sue.
"What's… who's… this owl?" She desperately asked.
Sue smiled and got up.
"It's yours now," her mother softly said.
Millia felt terrible. She yelled at her mum and she just brought her an owl.
"Thanks, I-," Millia said, still overwhelmed.
"You don't need to say anything dear. It was my fault really; I didn't know what happened between you and Draco. I shouldn't have jumped to conclusions and thought it was your fault. I'm sorry," her mother lovingly said.
"It's ok, thanks for the owl," said Millia, with open eyes. She looked down at the fluffy looking owl.
"I might call him...Ginball!" Millia laughed. Sue grinned and left the room, kissing Millia on her head.
"By the way, Millia, the strange letter was from Lucius, telling me to meet him in Diagon Alley," Sue remarked, then left Millia to herself.
"Sick," Millia thought, but didn't want to spoil the moment, because soon she was going to leave with her owl to a school called Hogwarts.
"Millia, time to go!" Her mother called out from the bottom of the stairs.
"Hang on, just got to grab Ginball!" Millia picked up her trunk and cage with Ginball inside then left to go downstairs. When she got to the bottom it looked like Sue was about to explode, she looked that worried, and excited at the same time.
"Have you got everything, and why on earth have you called your owl Ginball?" Her mother asked willingly.
"I've got everything and I call him that because he looks like a ball of gin," Millia said laughing.
Ginball hooted, he was very excited to be leaving too.
Millia and Sue arrived at the station at 10:45.
"Well your train leaves in precisely fifteen minutes," her mother said, drying her eyes from the tears streaming down.
Millia laughed and turned to give her mother their last hug for a while. After that moment, Millia felt some tears coming around too.
"Well, here it is, Platform 9 and 3/4," Millia said, turning to her mother. She then grabbed her trolley, waved at her mum and ran towards the middle of platforms nine and ten.
She had finally arrived at Platform 9 and 3/4. Looking to her left, she saw the magical train that left to Hogwarts. Around her were many boys and girls, frantically walking around. Someone grabbed her things away from her and thrust them into the train.
"Ok," she thought. "I must have to board the train now." She walked towards the nearest entrance and hopped on without looking back.
