Beneath the brim of her sunhat, Parvati sat in the entranceway of the villa, legs stretched out before her as she had watched her husband fire off howler after howler via firecall with his secretary. Her small fan, a beautiful relic from 1700s England with hand carved handles fluttered in the air to rhyme with the charm she had placed on it.
"Dragon," She attempted to soothe, not wanting her Husband to spiral into a bad mood because of the mix up. "A half vineyard sounds very lovely, don't you think? You'd been mentioning trying your hand at the wine business just the other month. It's still a beautiful place." Yes, certainly, she wanted this holiday to be perfect as it landmarked the beginning of them trying for a baby. Just the thought of it made her grin as she admired her husband's form - gosh, it was going to be such fun, and nothing could ruin her excitement.
"Well," Spencer sighed, leaning against the wall of the villa, "It's all manageable you know. Dina and I don't use house elves." But, Spencer and Dina lived in a flat with a weekly housekeeper - they weren't as down to earth as they liked to pretend - "It'd be fun actually, we can be really quaint."
Parvati looked unsure, "And we certainly can't call our elves, we did promise them this time off, it would be wrong." She voiced this so that her husband would agree with her, so that she wouldn't start thinking that perhaps they should call one of them.