She watched with a critical eye as the Falcons went through their formations and drills. Yes, she could play Quidditch and had in a few pick up matches but her size was a disadvantage and didn't want to be relegated to Seeker each and every time. She wanted to be in the thick of it with the action. A place that would likely get her killed or at least squashed if she were playing with others as large as these wizards. But what Tracey loved was the strategy. Watching the plays she'd imagined in her head worked out on the pitch. But it was a hobby and nothing more than fun when she had more important things, like her shop, to think about.
Leaning forward with her forearms on her knees, Tracey rolled her eyes. "Please. Mrs. Davis-Montague, thank you." It was just another ounce of proof that she was trying to cling to what she was and not succumb to the fiction that was her marriage. But Terence didn't need to be bothered with that.
"How could I not show support for Falmouth?" Other than her husband was on the team, a few of her old housemates played for the Falcons as well as Astoria's constant, diligent guidance. "You had a good practise today it seemed." Squinting, Tracey watched a few others depart from the field. "It's been ages since we had the chance to catch up. How are things with you? With your family?"