Having no magic was awful. Like losing a limb...no, worse ... like losing a part of your soul.
"But I don't want help!" She lamented, her sobs causing her whole body to tremble. Usually a vibrant beautiful woman, at the moment Parvati looked like a broken doll. It was tragic really, shattered fragile beauty. "I want m-my MAGIC!"
As Draco's fingers entwined with hers, Parvati clung to him as if for dear life. The comforting gesture however, did not make her feel any better, for in honesty she wasn't sure what was of a greater magnitude in Draco's eyes: His love for her, or his dedication to the family name. She didn't think that Draco would divorce her per se, as that was fairly taboo. But.... would he think less of her? Lose his love for her? Decide to have children with another proper witch in case this would be heriditary? The thought made her feel like she was about to pass out and for a moment her eyes unfocused.
"I know." She said softly, fat tears sliding down her cheeks. The atmosphere was suffocating for her. In this bedroom which had been home to many beautiful memories, she felt alien and cold. "And I don't fit any of those things now. I'm sorry, I've failed as your wife AND as a witch!" She was torn, sobbing her thoughts out, her grip on him tight. "I love you so much and I'm so sorry!" Parvati was quickly fracturing.