"Hm, yes, the Ministry." Parvati hummed, a note of dislike in her tone. "They meddle both with muggleborns and purebloods nowadays, somehow I find that is worse than the governments that favor one over the other."
Inside, Parvati was fuming, wanting her husband home quickly. She already had to have put up with some razzing from the other Gryffindors over the fact that Snape had been a guest at her wedding, and now here she was, having high tea with him.
Although, she relented, if he treated her husband well, then perhaps better him than Draco's pseudo-tyrant of a father.
"Are you hungry? Would you like some cakes, freshly made this morning." She pushed a plate of pastries toward the man.