“Don’t? Why not, Draco?” She stepped toward the bucket, a fire in her eyes, “Afterall, if you’re going to play into your stereotype: The detached, aloof wizard – I might as well play into mine: The tantruming, emotionally unstable witch.”
Parvati tossed a wave of her long black hair over her shoulder. “You are so passive aggressive, Draco. Of course I was less anxious, my parents took care of me like I was a baby – but I’m an adult, so I can’t live in that life anymore. Why don’t you just say what this is actually about:”
She pointed one of those slender fingers at him, “You missed me, “ Parvati accused, “And you’re too closed in yourself to admit it. I’m certain you’ve managed to delude yourself into thinking it is a number of other things, including my being happier without you, or whatever new argument you’re trying to formulate right now, but that’s the truth.”