Parvati didn't sit at first; instead, she stood, arms crossed over her white sheath dress and watched the blonde. After a moment she sighed, lowering herself beside her husband and taking the bottle of scotch from him.
Her makeup was messed up from her earlier tears: Perfectly placed eyeliner had seeped into a larger circle around her eyes giving her the impression of a broken princess. Yet...she wasn't. Not now, anyhow.
As Draco spoke of their love she listened quietly, comforted by his words and smiled softly. "Okay, Dragon." And that was all there was to say, "But you realise how rare it is to have love like ours, right? That's why we tend .... to do things differently...it is hard to keep that private sometimes."
She looked at her lap, "Knowing all that about our love, you musn't get upset about Jacob having been here. You know I chose you over him. He is inconsequential."