"Oh shut up, you know you like it." She pouted, having wanted a compliment on her appearance. Unfortunately, her husband seemed to never give her them when she craved them the most.
Having dropped her glass on a nearby floating tray, Parvati let herself be guided to the dance floor, but then hesitated. "Well, maybe one more, darling? It's been awhile since we've danced and I want - no - distractions." She shimmied her body into his, hands flattening against his chest.
As her husband went off to fetch her a drink, Parvati realised that he may bring her back one more of those venom concoctions, which although delicious, was not the kind of drink she wanted to sip at all night.
Looking for the tall devil she spied the familiar red horns and crisp suit near the bar. Moving over she threw her arms around his waist, "Hello, Handsome, I was wondering if I could have a champagne, instead?"
Funny, this body seemed familiar...but not....Draco familiar.
"Parvati?" The man in her arms turned and Parvati came face to face with her masked ex fiancee, Jacob Brandon.
"...Jake?" Her breath barely left her lips as she stared into the familiar face of a man she once loved. For a moment it felt strange. As if it was something alien and foreign. And yet for a second it felt almost as if it was normal. As if they had jumped a time machine a few years back.
"Parvati, you look beautiful." He greeted, voice low.
"T...Thank you." She managed before her eyes widened, realising her arms were still around him and they dropped quickly to her side. "You're....a devil."