Whatever potion they had given her at St Mungo's was wearing off. She was going to be hurting for some time to come and she only blamed herself for that. But still, business was business and she wasn't going to risk losing an opportunity with something so trivial as a hex wound. A hex wound that would have been less than trivial if hit had hit my head or heart or anywhere in the middle. The truth of it was, Dingle's request had her curious. And with needing a large sum of galleons, this might be her only opportunity to obtain them herself.
Tracey looked up at the sound of the door and waited until Dingle moved through her shop. She didn't exactly answer his greeting. Taking her wand with her left hand, she had every intention of flipping the sign to 'Closed' and locking the door. It took three tries, and she deflated a half dozen Quaffles in the process with her awkward aim.
If her back and shoulder weren't burnt, she would have matched his posture by leaning forward. Instead she raised her brow and smiled just enough that the corners of her lips twitched. "See the space first and then talk? That way you won't waste my time if you don't think it will work for whatever you need it for." Tracey was still under the assumption she wouldn't want to know what any of this was.