She turned her hand over and wove her fingers together with his without even thinking about it. When she caught herself at it, her eyes flickered with surprise and a fleeting concern at her comfort level with this man.
Tracey waved her free hand airily. "Yes, yes, the Weasleys are all sweetness and light and red hair. How could anyone ever be annoyed with them?"
"Cheesy eighties pop music," she admitted. Lifting her fork, she pointed it at him threateningly. "But if you ever tell anyone that, I'll make you suffer."