"Stop teasing, Terence. Enough." Despite her reprimand Tracey was laughing softly. It felt good to laugh after the stressful last few days. As if on cue, she glanced across the pitch and caught sight of her husband. Through years of practise, her expression remained still but her mind was a whirling dervish of conflicting thoughts and emotions. She would not care for him. Tracey couldn't allow herself to do that and fall prey to him. She was not weak.
"It takes every member to make a team. You control the final note of this beautiful symphony and you work harder at it than any other seeker in the league." And she respected him completely for that. "You tell me. You know your equipment better than I do. I'm just saying if you wanted to come by the shop and look into them, they're there." She wasn't trying to make a sale as much as she wanted to help him in any way possible.
"Unkind?" Her gaze found Isaac on the pitch again and she turned her attention back to Terence. "No. I think I was just hoping for something more. As all little girls dream ridiculously of happiness and romance. It's absurd, really. I'm smarter than that."