A/N: Written for remixthedrabble
What a Doozey
Her eyes are half-glassed and milky. She's too sleeping to stand, but the exams are drawing near. And Parvati isn't some genius like her sister (or that Hermione Granger).
She swirls around her tea rapidly, watches the leaves become dregs, and downs everything in one great flourish.
And spies Hermione in the corner of her eye. She sees the other girl, dragged down with books and notes and quills and ink, about to sink and disappear--exhausted. She offers some tea (it's the polite thing to do).
Hermione accepts.
And Parvait pours out liquid gold. And goes in for the final touch (kiss).