"It's just me. If you told the whole wizarding world, well, then I'd have to give you a written reprimand in rainbow ink."
She sipped her tea, trying to decide whether a cooling charm on the cake would break her own personal rule of no unnecessary magic. When Tracey said it she coughed on a mouthful, burning herself as she swallowed it too quickly.
"Flint?" she said once she had stopped coughing. "Of all people..."
She should tell Tracey about her knitting dates with Flint, probably. It had happened a few times since, and twice she'd convinced him to let her try spinning again. She was getting better, but still needed his help. No way she would give that up. Or, come to think of it, make the fucked up assumption that a bloke was gay just because he knew how to knit.
"Fine," she said. "I'll keep my fists to myself. Unless he does something that makes me rethink."