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Pansy tended to assign the girls in the dorm to various social roles, given that she was the person of highest social rank amongst the sixth year Slytherin girls. Though her natural leadership skills were prescient, she'd never seemed to know quite what to make of Millicent. At one point in first and second years, she had given Millicent some meaningless tasks such as putting invitations in envelopes and that sort of thing, but nothing important. Millicent had done them as best she could, but Pansy hadn't seemed satisfied, and had stared at Millicent openly while she clumsily went through the tasks. She seemed to be desperately searching for something that Millicent was good at doing socially, and she also seemed to be coming up short.
But one day in early September of Millicent's 6th year, Pansy approached her, asking Millicent to be the erstwhile protector for Flora and Hestia Carrow.
"Why me?" Millicent had asked, running her fingers through her previously-long hair and continuing to be surprised when the ends came sooner than expected.
Pansy was quick, and whipped a hairpin out of her hair, and stabbed it at Millicent's hand, or at least tried to. On her part, Millicent's hand whipped up and grabbed Pansy's wrist, and captured it in a firm, immovable hold. It was a skill she had practiced with Solome a thousand times, at least, in their dueling sessions.
"This is why," Pansy said coolly, staring into Millicent's eyes.
Millicent gazed at her a moment, and then nodded, as if she understood. Then, she let go of Pansy's hand, and Pansy daintily shook her wrist and look at it. "Oh dear, I hope it doesn't bruise," Pansy said sweetly, and then brushed invisible wrinkles out of her school robes and gracefully glided away.
Evidenced by her walk, she'd been having Finishing lessons that summer, that much was clear. Probably from the same instructor Millicent's mother had begged the perpetually-awkward Millicent to accept every summer since her third year.
Shaking her head, Millicent sighed and then realized why Pansy had approached her - and more interestingly, asked Millicent use the skills that she'd been quietly developing with Salome. Solome, for all her silence since the wedding, must have been looking out for Millicent, talking about her to her brother, perhaps. She knew Pansy and Blaise had been an item briefly during one of her fights with Draco.
It made her both angry and touched that Salome had interfered on her behalf. If she'd had the chance to reject such an offer of help, Millicent knew that her pride would have demanded she reject it. So perhaps it was best that Salome had worked in this beautifully Slytherin fashion to ensure that Millicent was not high and dry at the end of the day.
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