It was funny how someone so warm and bubbly could look so icy and condescending with barely more than a flicker of change in her demeanour, but as Parvati met the eyes of Daphne Greengrass (AKA that ugly spinster cow) she did just that.
"Why thank you. Yes, I do like to think I did rather well. Draco often teased that I was much too over qualified for the job." The other ladies tittered, keen to suck up, "Oh, I certainly miss him, but it makes him coming home in the evenings all the more pleasurable. And I'm at the ministry often enough due to our various businesses and dealings." Her smile was, at best, frigid, "Oh, one shouldn't call her a replacement. Afterall, it is I who is Draco's wife, being his secretary was simply a hobby, and I certainly shall not be usurped." Parvati provided a teasing wink at the other ladies. "Afterall, such assistant labor is really for the unmarried or working class women."