The fingers of her wand hand twitched as he mentioned they had spelled him. Suddenly, the unknown enemy, far away, felt a shiver down his back. Parvati listened to Draco's story buried into the lapels of his shirt, her cheek pressed against his chest. Suddenly, at the thought of her petulant husband continually spelling at the bars, a giggle burst from her lips and she squirmed in his embrace. "They must have been so scared of you-" She giggled again, "You are my hero."
Warm in his arms, she wasn't about to move to start eating, whether or not it was her favourite asian noodles. "I want kisses not food." She was settling back into her cuddly self, a sign her emotional terror was slowly ebbing away.