Tracey's meeting with her parents hadn't gone quite so swimmingly. Her mother had that general pinched expression she wore whenever she disapproved of something, and it hadn't taken her long to make a comment on her daughter's dress. Tracey had chosen a sleek, white belted number that she thought was both elegant and stylish. Apparently her mother had wanted something more traditional and...bulbous. That, paired with her awkward conversation and her father's general lack of interest had put Tracey in a mood, and one she wasn't sure she would get out of.
But, eventually, she came to a decision, and reminded herself of just who she was. Not exactly a daughter of the Davis', and not at all a follower of Voldemort. If there was any sort of label she was willing to accept, it would be "her brother's sister." Or maybe, now, "Zach's girlfriend."
She intended on making the rest of the night interesting, to say the least.