Oh yes. This was the reason Draco and Mr. Patil could not get along: Draco had a mouth. Mr. Patil's eyes narrowed slightly, his chest largening as he took a deep breath, "Young-"
"Ratnam," Mrs. Patil quickly got to her feet, "Ratnam. Let them talk-"
For a moment, Mr. Patil looked absolutely furious, but then saw the expression on his daughter's face (which Mrs. Patil had noticed earlier and thus intervened as a result of). The look was a mix between bewilderment, caution and panic, but beneath that, was a slow seeping of what shone like pure happiness.
"You've already said yes." Mrs. Patil said quietly, and with that the two elder Patils gave in. They were a strict family, but what could be done in the face of blinding, engulfing, love?
A moment later the two were alone in the parlour, their clothes and hair still dripping leftover rainwater.
Parvati's heart felt like it could beat right out of her chest. Another long pause took place before her tiny, quiet voice drifted to his ears, "Yes."
Brown eyes met his gray ones (which for once were not stormy like the sky during a thunderstorm). "The dark artifacts at the manor?" It was one of the reasons they had broken up, and she needed to know now what he would put first. She looked almost fragile as she posed the question. trembling now from the ice cold that had gripped her body as the water evaporated off her.