In those days, Parvati had believed in fairy tales, of having a prince take care of her forever. Now, having met the real world, she realised that although dreams were one thing; having the means to take care of yourself was important. She would never again need someone the way she did when she was little, or at least, she would never again seem as if she did.
Draco was always, always a defensive soul. Jacob was different. The tall brunette had his flaws, but he always waited until Parvati was able to muddle through whatever she had to say before jumping to a negative conclusion.
A long silence stretched out after his outburst and Parvati stood awkwardly looking at that familiar body, hunched and stabbing a napkin with a quill.
"I...I didn't mean to insult you." She sighed, "But I think I knew you very well, and when you blow off steam you don't usually look quite so....distraught."
A small hand landed tentatively on his shoulder in an awkward pat. "Did you want to talk about it?"