How was it she'd gone her entire life, up until a week ago, never really considering a husband, her husband, and what that life would be like. Her blood status had always played a main role in her thoughts. Her father had made her realise that even if he didn't voice it. The fact that he'd been a Death Eater, condoning the murder of those just like her earned Tracey a right to feel self-conscious about it. Add to that friends like Theodore and Terence, who would never even consider seriously seeing someone that was not respectable enough to have pure blood.
She felt like a fish out of water that Isaac would settle on her and now she was arse deep in a complicated mess. "Good. I'm glad."
Tracey wasn't sure she could believe Marcus. But she wanted to and he gave her no indication of anything else. "We just need to get through this heir issue and you can have him back all to yourself." Or whatever other business Isaac wanted to find himself in, but that wouldn't be her problem. She offered him a smile, stiff at first and then it finally reached her eyes.
"So are we going to fly? Race or call up a quaffle and we'll see if I can play any kind of defense." It was almost laughable, the idea of Tracey, less than half Marcus' size playing Keeper against him. Laughable but she sure as hell wouldn't back down. She gave the handle of his broom a light tap with her own. A playful challenge. "And I'll know if you're holding back just because I'm a girl." She'd probably be going to see the healer tomorrow anyway, she laughed to herself.