"Yup," Tracey grinned, gladly making Cassandra the scapegoat. "Feathers everywhere." As much as she was making the feline companion into the criminal here, she could see the way Theodore looked at the pet and it warmed her heart. She could tell he needed something in his life that loved him unequivocally and without condition. Despite how he presented himself, he was a bit of a martyr in her opinion. Tracey'd never tell him that though.
Grinning, Tracey had to put a voice to her curiosity. "I should ask what you think qualifies as suitable." Likely their opinions were different on this but she wouldn't fault him for his and she'd asked out of genuine interest. "And just the same, what would you look for in a suitable wife? Beautiful and brilliant and pureblood has to be at the top of your list." She wasn't giving him a chance to deny it, she was simply stating she understood his preferences.
With baited breath, she waited to hear if the snitch was caught or had escaped a Seeker's hand. "Hell," she muttered. "Another short match would just mean more inquiries." Even if she wanted Falmouth to win, she hoped for the Snith's wiry escape.