To reward herself in order to stave off the raging disappointment that took over if Draco could not be by her side, Parvati had taken to wearing her dresses with hemlines her husband would never have let her wear out had he been present. He would inevitably know, of course, but he had no defense - he knew how much it dampened her spirit when he was working late.
Tonight she wore white, ready for the impending summer.
"Yum." She greeted, taking the flute with a smile, her eyes running down the figure of her best friend with an appraising eye. "Well, don't worry, I'm sure your perfect back will have one who is hiding in the woodwork to worm his way over eventually."
Hopping up onto a stool beside the glistening chrome table Bredina had been seated at, Parvati took a delicate sip - her nose wrinkling as the bubbles jumped at it. "So what is Spencer working on, again?"