Re: Padma/Parvati
"As long as the coffee's not spilled on your new white silk," Padma teased, feeling a little better now that she was seeing a bit of a smile from her sister.
The snort that followed was perhaps the most inelegant sound she had ever made. "'Oh, no! We're in trouble! Here comes Harry Potter to save us!' I'm sure it was something along those lines." She was sure most anyone in their year found the mythology and legend society had built up around Harry, even in just the last six years, to be laughable. They all remembered too much the trouble he'd gotten into and that he was never alone in any of it. But, the world had a funny way of looking at things.
"I suppose the first thing we do is figure out what's actually going on. Harry's the Minister, so Ron and Hermione will be advising him, no matter what their official role is. But, we need to find out what they're actually doing in their attempts to 'fix' things. And hope they aren't meddling where they shouldn't." The thing about working in the Department of Mysteries was that people who couldn't share outside their department loved to share stories with fresh meat whenever they could and Padma had heard some stories that cleared up a lot of questions that had been left at the end of their fifth year. If she hadn't been sworn to secrecy, she still would never have had the heart to tell her sister what had happened to a lot of prophecies stored by the department.