Its Getting Late... open

Ah, great. The clock on her watch shined brightly. She flittered about the corridors, her fingers clutching the wand in her hand, hoping it would offer some comfort. Hopefully being a little late to the common room wouldn't be enough for an expulsion or detention. Well, maybe the latter would be decent. Not expulsion though, anything but that. It wasn't like it was too late, after all. Just twenty minutes before time. Only twenty.

The Gryffindor common room was so far away, and so high up. It didn't help that the Chamber of Secrets had been so far down, and so hidden away. Had she not looked at the watch, she could've been there for hours longer. Just looking. The Chamber was so interesting and cool, it was impossible to not want to spend every minute there.

Though, fleeing from the Chamber was still nerve-wracking. She had to close it, as well, and that always was so loud and took forever, it was almost impossible to think how little time she had left. What if she didn't make it back, and the prefect caught her? Dreadful.

She was just around the corner when she stopped very suddenly. She had seen a girl her age, sitting against the wall. Millie froze. If she even thought about helping this girl, she would be late. Though, she was not mean, and she did not want anyone to be left out, especially so close to curfew.

"Um, are you alright? It's close to curfew, you know," She sounded rude and brash, like always. "Sorry, I mean I don't want anyone out here by themselves, especially so late..."

The ability to see through truths and lies was a gift, not so uncommon. It wasn't necessarily reliable, but it did seem to point her in the right direction. Even if only a few times. The Slytherin girl seemed to be in such a bad state, Millie didn't know if she would be able to even get back to the Slytherin common room.

Upon closer examination, she realized that the girl was crying. Or at least, close to it. There was no way in hell that Millie was just going to walk away. Who gave a damn about curfew, anyway? There was nothing worst than being a terrible person, and only caring about yourself. Perhaps that was what made someone human. Their ability to distinguish the good from the bad, and only ever choosing to act on it. Brilliance, in the finest.

"You alright, miss?" Her accent had completely changed. There was nothing left about it that was British, it was only American. On the contrary to how it normally shifted. "I don't mind breaking curfew to make sure you're okay."

This was true, but it was also a half-lie. She would mind breaking curfew, but it was a cinch to making sure this poor girl was alright. Millie was not a monster. Even if her ancestry disagreed.

The Slytherin girl seemed less than fine, and Millie had an affinity for using her curiosity without caution. Like always. Every time she did something from her curiosity, people would constantly remind her "Curiosity is a sin." But why was it? Shouldn't curiosity be something you should always answer? It was an emotion just like love and happiness, or hate and sadness. They were all emotions. Created by the mind, so shouldn't people be using them? Maybe not everybody understood, but it wouldn't hurt at all to try.

Instead of listening to the girl, Millie skipped towards the girl, and sat down next to her. Curfew wasn't over yet, and with speed and velocity, she was pretty certain she would be able to get herself, and this girl back to their separate common rooms, without missing so. Or breaking any rules in the process.

"Look, I know you're not alright, and I genuinely want to help you. I'm sure whatever is bothering you, can be fixed. While it is subject to change." She offered the girl a kind smile. If she was able to radiate confidence, as Mari had told her. Millie was certain kindness could be dealt the same. After all, they were what everyone else had; emotions.

There was no way in hell that this sweet girl, sitting on the wall, crying, was an evil person. Nope, not possible. Unbelievable. Absolute and utter nonsense. This girl, seemed to be so nice. The only flaws were that, Millie could never see the difference between evil and kindness in people. Perhaps lies and truths, but never goodness or badness. Maybe she could, but she just didn't want to. It was impossible to believe that anybody could be bad.

Why had people called the girl evil? Millie herself had considered her ability evil. She had opened the Chamber of Secrets and seen bones in there. Whether they were human, or not, she didn't want to know. The ability to speak with serpents was considered to be one of the darkest arts to be known to humans. So why did the sweetest girl, gain this ability? Sure, Ophelia had it, and it had skipped her daughter, and shifted right down to her granddaughter, but why had Millie gotten it? Why not her daughter, or someone- anyone else?

"You are not a bad person. You aren't awful, or evil. Everything those people say is a lie, you hear? You should never listen to anyone else, because ninety percent of the time, they're wrong." This was true in more ways than one. Naomi had called her daughter a monster. Millie had been seven. There was no way a child so young and innocent could be a monster. There was also no way this child sitting in front of her, could be a monster.

Millie waited, letting the girl cry and talk. She didn't mind. If there was anything she could call herself, it was a listener. She had listened to Saskia's rant, and didn't put in her own intel when she didn't need to. She had listened to Isaac's banter, and Alan's shaky voice when she visited him in the hospital.

Everyone else in the family spoke, and Millie had made the choice to listen. She was like the black sheep in a herd of white sheep's. She chose to stand out, and it made her all the better.

But this girl, poor thing, she had so much self-hatred, and didn't accept herself for it. Sure, Millie herself had problems, but she had learned to love and accept herself for them. She was different, and emotional, but she also had so many good traits. She was kind and honest, and had a brain that spewed knowledge like she spewed words. Life was too short to dwell on the bad things; so why should she?

"Maybe you are different than anyone else. But come on, everyone's got their flaws. People have got problems, and they need to solve them. But that's okay because problems, though difficult, are not impossible," She paused, putting her arm around the Slytherin girl. "Maybe the Sorting Hat did put you in Slytherin, but that was because it saw the resourcefulness and ambition in you. Slytherin isn't an evil house, it's all just rumors."

Sort of like Parseltongues.