"Sorry," she answered almost sheepishly. "I've had a lot of time to think about this. Notice I said think, not wax poetically." True, maybe brawl would be a better term than symphony. Quidditch was a rough sport and why shouldn't that be indulged in the good-natured aspect of the game? "Are you kidding? I'd always welcome a visitor. Come by and window shop. I'd enjoy the company. And..." Tracey offered a dramatic pause and smirked. "If you tell me when you're coming and want to make an event of it, I'll put up a notice, you can sign your player cards." Anything with Falmouth promoting it would get a good turn out. Provided there wasn't more unrest in Diagon.
"Do you really think I'm going to get romance from my husband?" It was an honest question and she was going to appreciate his answer. "He courted Astoria though. Must have done a good enough job at it if she was upset with him when it ended." Of course that could have just been Isaac's betrayal or whatever he'd done to her. And, she had promised not to judge him by her friends' interpretations though her interaction with Isaac Montague was too hit or miss to have a clear impression of him.
"Got any suggestions?" Tracey followed Terence's gaze and watched Isaac fly for a moment. Could he make her happy? Not with the way things were. She needed something from him. Something more than just galleons in a vault. If she didn't get that, her marriage would be miserable. "Suggestions on how I could go about enjoying myself?" There was only a hint of a smirk on her lips.