The look of wonderment on her face was palpable. "I'm jealous and who gives a fuck about terrifying sheep!" Tracey didn't know much about Montague. Most of it was speculation, but she had to nod with agreement that Isaac likely did move in for all the benefits of Flint Manor.
"Sure. You just release them in your pitch and they'll stay within the boundaries. Devilish buggers, so beware." The bludgers were an item she had to keep behind the counter or the younger crowd would get ideas and try to set them off in the shop. She blamed Weasley's Wheezes shop for allowing the patrons to be so touchy with the merchandise. "So the gloves, a couple of self-propelled bludgers and three quaffles. I've got all that."
Tracey held her breath as Flint frowned. Had he found something wrong? The invitation made her back up a step in surprise. "Yeah?" A slow smile came to her face. "I'd love that. If you wouldn't mind, of course." It was a miracle she wasn't grinning ear to ear and rocking back and forth on the balls of her feet in excitement.