Parvati was delighted with this turn of events; she was glad she went with muggle clothes, though she tended to enjoy muggle fashion much more than many of her brethren. Linking arms with George she fell into step as they walked out of the small alcove onto the city street. Paris was aglow with twinkling lights which made Parvati laugh. "I can't imagine anything finer than talking a lovely walk with you, though I might be a bit cold," she said with a laugh.