Tracey chewed her bottom lip. Talking about the royal court of House Slytherin wasn’t a good idea in general. It tended to draw attention to one’s self. Blaise Zabini could pull it off. So could Daphne Greengrass to some degree. That didn’t mean it was a good idea for Tracey.
“They are probably laughing at us right now,” she muttered, the stack of tea coasters down none-too-gently. It made her blood boil to think of it. Why was she so much less than the rest them in their eyes? Why did Pansy think she was better than everyone else? She sighed in disgust.
It might be a bad idea to talk to Sara about Draco and Pansy and their cronies. It seemed like she didn’t like Pansy and Draco. But, her Slytherin paranoia reinforced the idea that looks could be deceiving.
“At least after today, we are done. It could have been worse, we could have gotten two or three days detention. Seems like something that hag would do,” Tracey seethed. Despite the awful circumstance, she felt a tiny tug of displeasure that she wouldn’t be able to be alone with Sara.
“I see you’ve been sitting with Theodore Nott a lot lately,” she observed conversationally. Maybe talking about boys would help get rid of the funny feelings about Sara. Talking about boys always did that for her…
Was Sara looking at her? The thought made her heartbeat a little faster and she felt a tightness in her chest that was fear mixed with…something else. Don’t be a prat, she hissed angrily in her thoughts.
Tracey didn’t dare think about what it meant. Burying them deep inside her, she began to sort the larger dinner plates.