He looked as if he was standing in traffic with an oncoming Knight Bus heading straight for him. Tracey was so horrible at comfort measures. What was she supposed to say? 'Enjoy being a girl, just think how more complicated your life just got?' That hardly seemed consoling.
"I can run home in a bit and find you something to wear or drop by Malkins quick. You're going to need knickers, and I doubt any of your shoes fit." Tracey tapped her finger against her lip. Well, she'd bring him back some eyeliner and mascara but that was probably best left unsaid. But hisher blush surprised Tracey. "Listen, I get that this sucks. It is more than a cruel inconvenience, but I'm not sure why you're embarrassed. I won't tell anyone. You can hid in your flat a bit. It's still your body, yeah?" She squeezed Theodore's hand again.
"Well, if it is more than just you that has changed, that's some hope." Tracey flipped the page as more and more accounts and stories came to light in the early morning about genders being swapped. She laughed at the description of a witching waking up as a wizard, with all the morning fanfare. "Some are taking it rather good-naturedly."