"Like I slipped up in 7th year DADA and told Amycus what I thought about him," she mumbled. Merlin, she'd hated that class, hated how well she had done in it. She took no pleasure in being able to cast a Cruciatus well enough to please the sadists who were running the madhouse.
Tracey blinked slowly at Audrey. "What are you doing here?" She couldn't fathom why her cousin was sitting at her bedside. Surely she had more important things to do.