Millie had made an appearance.  He hadn't expected that.  He'd heard she'd gotten a job in Muggle fashion, of all things, and was living it up as a model in London with no time to spare for the wizarding world any longer.   She'd learned to stand up straight since they'd left school, and the curves that had looked like shapeless bulk under a Hogwarts uniform looked divine in what he recognized as a recreation of a Rubens painting.  He wondered why she'd bothered to put so much effort into a costume.  He and Draco would probably be the only two people in the room who'd recognize the allusion.  Muggle art wasn't exactly a subject young and angry war survivors tended to study.  Maybe she'd meant it as a thumb in the eye of the wizarding world.  You never appreciated me, but this world does.  He'd heard her crying more than once in the dorms after yet another lecture on how she needed to take only one cupcake at dinner.  