Tracey's answer was another smirk. "You can be impressed just the same, Montague. Your vault will not suffer for long, I'm sure." She knew he was one of the wealthy ones, if not from his family name, then from his Quidditch career, which was, in the least formidable. "You should speak to your agent and get a marketing deal. I'm sure a broom or quaffle maker would love to have your name and endorsement."
"It might have made it better. You're just bringing to point my earlier argument that I know exactly what to expect from you. Never once would you have considered it is a week-end night and I might have had plans to go out." Not that she had or even had an offer to turn down but still, he was an inconsiderate arse. "Too easy?" She raised her dark brow, wondering where he was going with that statement. "What exactly would have been too easy?"
Tracey didn't melt when he turned to smile but she couldn't ignore it either. Arrogant bastard, she recited in her head over and over again like a mantra. The way he spoke about his sister and brother in law almost made her wish she had family but like with everything else, that wasn't without troubles. "For fun?" She laughed at that, unable to stop grinning. "I used to, but I don't remember the last time it was just for fun. Now I only fly to test out brooms. It doesn't quite have the same effect."