"No, I suppose not," Parvati said with a frown. "We take it all for granted, that's the trouble..."
After a moment she realised that she was being rather rude in not explaining the conversation whatsoever. "I'm following this guy for the Prophet and I need you to talk to me so he doesn't think I look suspicious," she said. "But I'm beginning to think, well - maybe what he's doing isn't so bad. Dating a Muggle, I mean. I mean, not just dating her, but telling her things, possibly. Can we really deny people love to protect ourselves from some nebulous threat? Is it that much of a threat? We live in our little bubble..."