"Well, where the bloody hell is the back up then if the Beater is being looked at by the team healer?" Tracey was glaring at the radio, having her own little conversation with it, rather loudly too as she opened the door and smiled at Theodore. She shushed him as she ushered him inside, wanting to hear what rubbish they'd share next with their listening audience. "Injuries my arse! That was a publicity stunt because he was late getting back from Majorca on holiday!" While enjoying her little one-sided conversation, she realised she probably sounded completely mental.
"Hi," she offered Theodore a wide grin, softening it to a sheepish smile. "Sorry, I was having a disagreement with the commentators. Ministry-approved, I imagine for all the bleeding lies they're spouting. Come in, how are you?"
Tracey'd barely taken a breath but once Nott was inside, she closed the door and clicked the lock into place, adding a quick ward and alarm. She could never be too careful. Her business was her home and vice versa and all too important to her. "Nice robes," she complimented with an assessing nod. Her own were draped over the counter, leaving her in a comfortable pair of muggle jeans and very provocative tee shirt referencing Quidditch and the merits of playing it naked.