Parvati was well aware that most Slytherin men didn't care much for socializing, but honestly, didn't deem to cater toward this need. Afterall, she was Parvati Malfoy, and if she wanted to make friends then nothing could stop her. Seriously. Nothing. Draco's tried, I'm sure.
Eyeing the screaming child as it was pulled away, Parvati smiled, "Perhaps I see why Draco wants to wait a few years before having a child."
Nodding she leaned on the rail of her cart, "Oh, yes. Today is my monthly domestic chores day. How about yourself?" The young woman looked at the row of wheat thins that he was beside, "Wanting to try those wheat thins? They're quite nice, the house elves pick up a box every now and then. Though the ones with herbs infused are much better."
"And, how is Sally-Anne doing?" Parvati wasn't asking for gossip or out of pity. She honestly cared and wanted to know. That was the thing about Parvati Malfoy, she might be the queen bee of the socialites, but she would never sting someone unless they honestly deserved it.