"Maybe they are, maybe they aren't, but I'll lose my Slytherin bitch status if I bypass an opportunity to make catty comments about them," she said with a sly smirk.
"Good," Tracey said primly. Relaxing slightly, she added, "We should catch a concert or maybe an amature band in a pub. There are several places in London that have a reputation of showcasing the real up and comers."
Her eyes widened at his answer. "I've never had much opportunity or space to relax." She shrugged with a rare show of awkwardness. "There's a reason why my flat's wards are so formidable and its not only for practice for my journeyman trials." She dropped her eyes to her plate and watch her fork making random patterns in the rice. "It is difficult to let your guard down when safety is a rare commodity."