Tracey laughed as, if on cue, Cassandra started to knead said claws against Theodore's thigh. She was nearly in contentment with his attention and sharing of his chair and the food. "True, she's very demanding and would also nip the feathers off all your quills." Something about the idea of Theodore Nott writing with a naked, featherless quill seemed very disconcerting.
"Don't be shy, have mine too." Please.
The peas were probably the only safe thing on his plate as Cass tried to gain more attention, or was it a ploy for distraction? Tracey was just about to shoo the pet away when Theodore put her down. "Yes, Merlin forbid you get tangled up with the protesters." Watching for them through her shop window was becoming habit. It was impossible to balance a profitable business with the current situation. She understood that the purebloods should have their rights. Look at how Theodore and Blase were being treated, but it was so difficult being emotionally concerned and a prosperous business witch.
"Are you joking? I am jinxed at relationships." That didn't mean she went without but she'd save Nott from any details of that part of her life. If he didn't know about her very private, very nothing-but-sex uncomplicated thing she had going with Blaise, she wasn't going to burden him with it. "Gotta figure out something though. Can't just have Cassandra to keep me company in my old age."
Nearly knocking her plate over, Tracey moved to the edge of her chair with all her attention tuned to the wireless. The announcers were going wild as the Falcon seeker raced toward the snitch, spiraling up in the sky to dive back down, through the opposing chasers, nearly colliding with the beater's bat. "I think he's going to get it!"