Oi, Parvati's busy tonight
"If this is the way you look at work, no wonder that boss of yours hasn't offered for you to become his trophy wife." Parvati noted dryly, perching herself onto the corner of the Slytherin's desk with a smirk.
"By the way," She idly poked at some parchment, wrinkling her nose at an ink smudge from a quill, "I did not appreciate your commentary in Ron's journal. Slytherins are such a sour bunch. Still never got over the superiority of Gryffindor."