Parvati nodded tiredly, briefly running one hand through her husband's blonde hair when she took a break from rubbing his shoulders. "Yes, don't you remember? We had changed our dinner plans one night and you asked her to change them back to the original place and she gave a sort of sigh?" Draco was the veritable Henry the VIII of bosses. At least that wasn't bad as the firing of Secretary #4 who was fired for coughing once when Draco was speaking.
The idea of being magicless when hard-assed wards wizards came into the house didn't sit right with Parvati. "I know, I'm not trying to be difficult, but-" She sort of choked on her words, the hand that was aimlessly running down Draco's chest as he lay down stilling as her fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt, "I-I....I lost my magic today Draco."
And somehow saying it aloud made her feel worse. She wasn't even a witch anymore. Rather, an useless waste of space, so much for all her O's in charms and transfiguration. She hadn't even been able to do a proper teacup reading.
"Oh my Merlin!" She hiccoughed, tears bursting into her eyes, as she visibily fought to keep from crying, but inevitably lost the battle.