Parvati cringed inwardly at the thought of Snape's less than clean hair on her beautiful new furniture. Silently she cursed her husband's housing. "Oh, I see." She managed pleasantly enough, sitting down across from him. And then, more perceptively than Snape probably thought her capable of, "And a firecall was out of the question?"
A house elf appeared with a silver tray topped with a teapot and cups, one of which Parvati immediately filled and offered to Snape. Like him or not, she was still a good hostess. "One of the companies we are new investors in needed a few forms signed, so Draco had to rush off unexpectedly when we received the notice. Would you care to wait around for him? I doubt he shall be long."