Audrey did not roll her eyes at the way Tracey responded to Miles' name still. She supposed she'd be the same way if some bastard had forced Tracey to throw all his belongings out of their flat window and give him a black eye. Cousinly prerogative and all.
"Kill Potter," she said. What? He'd served his purpose at this point and Audrey had already been kind about one bespectacled Gryffindor, which was her limit. "Have a dirty, Irish shag with Finnigan and marry Thomas because he's got nice abs and he'd likely do what I tell him."
Where was Will? She was hungry!
"Hmm. Let's mix it up a little. Bell, Johnson and Spinnet."