His answer satisfied her. As bizarre as this moment was, Tracey was convinced that inside, this was Theodore. "Yeah, I came to him, you.. whatever. Soon to be ex, I talked to Isaac, like you suggested. What a fiasco that was. At least I didn't sleep with him again." Well, Tracey was rambling. But like always, Theodore was so easy for her to talk to. She could say anything to him.
"So it is you in there? No polyjuice?" Tracey pressed her own lips together in a hmmm. Back to one of his original statements. "You're definitely not hallucinating. You are a girl." Tracey looked her over, fully covered in masculine pajamas and a robe. "You've looked at yourself? Down there, I mean? You've got witch parts where your wand used to be?" Probably more than she needed to know, or he wanted to tell her but it would be good to see what they were dealing with.
"How did you want me to help?" That was the big question. What did he expect her to do about this? "I can go to St. Mungo's with you. Maybe they can figure it out." Likely Theodore had too much pride to even show his girl-face in public. "This is so not good." Reaching out, she lightly squeezed his hand, trying not to notice the delicacy of him now. "Hey, I'm really sorry about thinking you hired some slag to bring home. A little confused when I wake up, yeah?"