An irrational, or possibly not so irrational, knot started to fester inside her about Daphne going to Blaise's club. They all had been friends for so long and Tracey had no right or reason to be possessive but she knew that Blaise had a soft spot for Daphne. The more Tracey thought about it, the more jealous she became. "I'm glad you're helping her get out of the house. We should all be sticking together now."
As much as Tracey could show her temper with Millicent, she'd never shown her temper at Millicent. "Of course it's Blaise's. I've not been fucking most of London." Tracey scrubbed her hands over her face. "I'm sorry. You're only being logical and I'm having some kind of a nervous breakdown."
They were walking, somewhat aimlessly but Tracey was subconsciously looking for a shop with a floo. "I probably shouldn't apparate now. What about lunch? Are you hungry?" To put it bluntly, Tracey was a mess. She couldn't keep one single thought in her head. Linking her arm with Millicent's, Tracey squeezed her tight. "You're right. This did just get eighteen times more complicated."