Regarding the Parkinsons...
Horatio Parkinson promised his daughter that he would leave off attempts to dissolve the betrothal contract betwixt her and Draco Malfoy after Pansy threw a great row on the subject and threatened to take an Unbreakable Vow that she would either Marry Draco or DIE. All the same though, Horatio was never entirely at ease with himself that he had made the right decision for his Little Princess, even on the day that he finally walked her down the aisle.
For one thing, there were the continued occasional societal whispers about the outre' activities of Lucius Malfoy. And then there were the rumours about the nature of Draco's relationship with Charlie Weasley, although Pansy had insisted that Charlie was a dear friend, and there wasn't to be any ill thing spoken about him.
Chrysanthea Parkinson, however, fairly glowed when her first blond grandson was presented to her, and then a second in remarkably short order. The introduction of the befreckled, redheaded granddaughter caused Chrysanthea to pass out with an enormous fit of the vapours, from which Horatio was never sure that she ever quite recovered. But then again, his wife had always been the nervous type, and the implications of little Arianrhod Malfoy's colouration were more than he preferred to contemplate himself.
And as for Great-Aunt Laetitia Parkinson... well. It had been enough of enough that she had gotten more than a little tipsy on the punch at Pansy & Draco's wedding, casting an Accio charm on the bouquet when it was thrown and then offering to let the Ministry of Magic's Ambassador to Latvia lick spilled champagne off of her decolletage after she'd deliberately jostled him.
But after all that, after Horatio had paid for her to take a very nice cruise on the Mediterranean (mainly to get Auntie Tish out of the public eye, truth be told), she'd met some Greek wizard (young enough to be her grandson, for Merlin's sake!) on Mykonos and had gone haring off to become Mrs. Cosmo Kyriakoulopoulos. Laetitia sent back a letter offering best wishes to Pansy & Draco on a happy marriage, but noted that the rest of the Parkinsons were all repressed ultra-British sticky-beaks, and she was quite tired of the lot of them.
For one thing, there were the continued occasional societal whispers about the outre' activities of Lucius Malfoy. And then there were the rumours about the nature of Draco's relationship with Charlie Weasley, although Pansy had insisted that Charlie was a dear friend, and there wasn't to be any ill thing spoken about him.
Chrysanthea Parkinson, however, fairly glowed when her first blond grandson was presented to her, and then a second in remarkably short order. The introduction of the befreckled, redheaded granddaughter caused Chrysanthea to pass out with an enormous fit of the vapours, from which Horatio was never sure that she ever quite recovered. But then again, his wife had always been the nervous type, and the implications of little Arianrhod Malfoy's colouration were more than he preferred to contemplate himself.
And as for Great-Aunt Laetitia Parkinson... well. It had been enough of enough that she had gotten more than a little tipsy on the punch at Pansy & Draco's wedding, casting an Accio charm on the bouquet when it was thrown and then offering to let the Ministry of Magic's Ambassador to Latvia lick spilled champagne off of her decolletage after she'd deliberately jostled him.
But after all that, after Horatio had paid for her to take a very nice cruise on the Mediterranean (mainly to get Auntie Tish out of the public eye, truth be told), she'd met some Greek wizard (young enough to be her grandson, for Merlin's sake!) on Mykonos and had gone haring off to become Mrs. Cosmo Kyriakoulopoulos. Laetitia sent back a letter offering best wishes to Pansy & Draco on a happy marriage, but noted that the rest of the Parkinsons were all repressed ultra-British sticky-beaks, and she was quite tired of the lot of them.