"Oh, they're going on and on with some poor excuse about one of the Beater's performance from the last match. More likely just to puff themselves up and hear their own voices." She rolled her eyes with her opinion of that. Self-importance did not impress Tracey Davis. "Or it is a secret plan to subvert the dissidents with Quidditch gossip and sensory abuse." Now she was just teasing him and her smile proved it. There was something about having Theodore here that made her relax almost completely. Fuck the fact he was pureblood and watched by the Ministry. He was someone she trusted and she did not give that out to just anyone.
"You got here in good time. They're just about to start." Tracey might have landed in her chair with grace but the way she threw her leg over the arm and got comfortable took all pretense away. Charming a flattened quaffle into an ashtray, she floated it to the arm if Nott's chair. With all the other scents in the room, from boiling potions to handle wax, smoke from his tobacco would not make a difference if he wanted to indulge. And it was important to her that he felt comfortable here as her guest.
"Everything is well?" Raising her brow to inquire further, she got out of her chair almost as quickly as she sat down. The wine he'd brought was too tempting. "I hope you don't mind if we start on this now." An appreciative smile came to her lips as she glanced over the label and accioed two (clean) glasses from her flat. "Oh, nice vintage. Very generous of you to bring this along."