WHO: Tracey Davis and Blaise Zabini WHEN: Friday August 12, 2005 WHERE: Tracey's flat on the way to Brighton WHAT: sharing some surprising news RATING: pg
In that hour before Blaise arrived to show her the house in Brighton, Tracey spent nearly forty of those minutes in front of the mirror in the bathroom, turning this way and that in her bra and knickers. There was nothing to see really. Still flat. Well, her bra didn't appear to be doing its job very well but there wasn't much she could do about that for the moment.
Getting dressed again, she fixed her hair and added a little bit of make up. She was forcing down a pumpkin juice, something that was doing very little at calming her nerves. Tracey knew what she was going to tell Blaise. She had known what she was going to tell him, but now the news was different. She'd not even allowed herself to think about things yet and all the consequences. Isaac had been sure she was pregnant and convinced her that she wanted this. He wanted this. Even divorced, they could have raised a child together. But the fact was she knew he wanted this. Blaise, on the other hand...
Blaise already had a child. This was a fluke. A mistake. Bad potion. Bad, bad potion. But the truth was, it was fate that she was pregnant with her lover's baby, conceived the week before she was even married. She couldn't have planned that. Tracey didn't have that kind of subterfuge and strategy in her.
Leaving the owl from the Ministry with her divorce degree as well as the Healer's results on her bed as she went back to the loo to brush her teeth, she thought she heard a 'pop' of Blaise's arrival. "I'll be right out," she called, hoping she wasn't hearing things.