"Don’t mind her, she’s more teeth than venom herself."  Greengrass smiled sadly at Parkinson’s trunk.  The witch turned to look at Hermione, face brightening slightly.  "I don’t want to make things weird, but thank you, for everything you and Potter and Weasley did to win the war.  My father was under immense pressure to give into the Dark Lord, but he kept us as neutral as he could.  You saved him from having to choose."