Turning at the sound of her name, Tracey took a good look at the witch. The expressions, the colouring, how she held her mouth and the words she used. Something about her was so familiar. "I should know you from somewhere, shouldn't I?" Merlin, now it sounded like Tracey was hitting on the tart.
Then the words, the tone, the practical shriek of his voice, her voice, and Tracey stared, bug eyed at her friend. Moving closer, she knelt at the floor and stared up at the pajamaed stranger. "Theodore?" She cupped his chin and looked this way and that, not really believing this was anything other than someone trying to play a joke on her. "Tell me something only Theo would know." As an afterthought, she added, defensively, "I'm not being impossible. You're trying to tease me that my closest mate is now a girl. My Theodore would never allow this to happen." Whatever this was.