"Stop that," she answered with a lopsided smile. "You're more than welcome to be helpful here any time you wish, Nott. I'm going to ever reject the offer of a talented wand and a pretty face." Of course her statement was genuine but if he saw the need to read it as innuendo, she probably would have added a smirk and a flirtatious wink to go with it. Was Theodore handsome, charming and pureblood? Yes to all those, which made him as complicated and uncomplicated as Blaise.
Tracey waited another moment and poured the wine, handing his glass over before she took a sip from her own. It was perfect. Delicious. A little dry, which was her preference. "I'm afraid the red is going to clash with dinner. I hope you don't mind. I ordered fish and chips to be floo-delivered from the Leaky shortly." Was that blasphemy? To enjoy the wrong wine with the right food? Or the right wine with the wrong food, she thought better.
"Montague?" She made a face, probably more telling than her actual words. "Just maintenance on his game broom." Annoying prat. "Charming and dangerous as most Quidditch blokes are. I'm not vain enough to think he made the appointment to flirt with me, but he managed that as well. But, just the same, I worked on his broom so at least if the Falcons lose, we can definitely blame his skill and performance and not the equipment." Her cheeky grin held a hint of pride.