Tracey wasn't going to comment on the hour. She lived at the shop so it wasn't as if she had to expound a lot of energy getting home and settled in for the night, she already was. Hell, if he'd wanted to come at midnight, she probably would have agreed to it but that wasn't something she wanted to get in the habit of.
"That's the point of the game, right?" Circe, she missed seeing him play. But Tracey kept up with the conversation without getting too wistful and sighing dramatically like some cow-eyed Quidditch groupie. "Good choice," she approved as he grabbed another pair of the gloves. It was tempting to not show Marcus a few more items since she had him in the shop but she wasn't going to push her luck.
Nodding, she started to make her way toward the workroom. "I hope you didn't mind. He was here, it was just brought up in the conversation somehow. I could have been more discrete about them if I'd known that was what you wanted." She wasn't apologising. He hadn't specified. Tracey led the way and expected Flint to follow. His brooms were laid out, parallel with the tails at opposing ends. Tracey was probably more proud of these than any other brooms she'd worked on. "The base is a new prototype Silver Arrow. I stripped them down and built them back up with everything I could think of but a seat belt, but you might wish I had. They're fast."