Tracey eyed the back of Gretchen's head warily as she followed through the door. She seemed to be in a good mood. Gretchen normally just seemed fairly no nonsense. Tracey pushed it out of her head instantly though.
She perched up on her own stool and ordered something hard. This was good. Busy enough that no one would really bother them, but not so busy it was impossible to have a conversation. "Just out of curiosity," she started not really easing her into the question she had to ask, "do you know anything about illegal Quidditch gambling, and I mean the players?" She asked discreetly.