the one where tracey hides from umbridge Who: Tracey Davis, Zacharias Smith What: Tracey is scared, ya'll. When: Monday Evening Where: Tracey's Room Why: Zach is bringing her noms. Rating: Sex. Status: COMPLETED
So Tracey had made a mistake. Several, in fact. She couldn't even be upset about being caught, because really...with the way she had been acting, it was inevitable. Deserved, too. Tracey knew not to follow those impulses that led her to do stupid things. Sure, she wanted to go streaking, shagging, cursing...but she didn't. Not until now. She had always been the good girl in her family, because there was enough piled against her already. She had to counteract it by acting decent.
Umbridge saw the drawing and also likely knew she was the one who had streaked naked across the Quidditch pitch. It wasn't so much the punishment that worried her. It was that her parents would know about the punishment. Not only would she never live it down, but they'd likely find ways to make her pay for it that summer. Tracey already suspected her mother would be forcing her to do something horrific to fix her reputation. Like doing charity work or attending a thousand functions so she could say, in person, that she was framed. Or some nonsense.
Her mother was a nightmare, true, but it was her father that worried her. He didn't care about her, or really anything anymore. But he wasn't going to besmirch the family name, either. Tracey worried, truly worried, that he'd find her a husband even sooner now. He was already gunning for an heir. If he could marry her off, then she wasn't totally his problem anymore.
A problem. Despite her best efforts, and years of making high marks and acting the part she was given, Tracey still never managed to please her parents. All she had done was not offend them.
It made her want to do something stupid and reckless all over again. But there was a line with her parents, and she knew that it could be crossed. What would it take to get her disowned? Really?
It wasn't like they couldn't fake having another child together. They'd already done it once.
Tracey's appetite hadn't been strong enough at dinner for her to actually leave her quarters. So instead, she had made herself some tea and had settled down to read a book. She was currently enjoying a Muggle history book. That shite was better than wizarding fiction, because they honestly believed it all to be true.