Parvati confiscated her shopping bags with a disgruntled hmph. Gathering them to her, she still eyed her husband suspiciously. "I don't know if I want Iggy to stay-" She began loudly, "Trying to tell me off." She glared at her brother-in-law, feelings still hurt.
"But. Parvati. I'm starving over at the Dowager house! Would you have me wither away into nothing?" He gave her a puppy dog expression.
"Yes, I would have you starve, traitor." Parvati sidled up near Draco, curling herself to him once more. "Besides you have all that bread to fill you up. Just add a little oil and you'll be fine."
As they walked inside, she turned to the house elf waiting for them. "Master Draco and Ignatius would like a beer each, please. A glass of rosea for me." Her statement showed that Iggy was, in fact, invited to dinner, but her cold shoulder gave him nothing to cling to.
Iggy sighed, "How come she never cold shoulders you like this?" He asked his brother as they seated themselves at the formal dining table.
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"Because I'm more delightful than you," Draco replied dryly, although it was a secret reference to his deep rooted fears.
The house elves returned swiftly with their drinks, and Draco sourly opened the beer bottle with the opener they offered him. He had once tried to perfect the party trick, where one opened a beer bottle by knocking it against the edge of the table--but alas, he only ruined a 4000 year old table in Malfoy Manor with his failed attempts.
"A sip?" Draco offered the bottle to his wife dotingly, knowing full well she didn't like beer.
"Make sure you give a smaller portion to Iggy," he advised the elves as they passed by. "He's on some fad diet," he lied, just for the sake of messing with his little brother. "Oh, sorry, was Parvati not supposed to know?"