Tracey began to notice that Sara really wasn’t pulling her weight cleaning things up. She really didn’t want to be there all night, whether it was with Sara or not. She’d give her a chance to start helping though before she said anything about it.
She stiffened slightly at the mention of wealth. It was one of the worst kept secrets that her family’s wealth had most disappeared by the time her father died the year before. She hated to think about it. Tracey missed him terribly sometimes and hated him for lots of other reasons.
“Yeah, you are probably right,” Tracey conceded. “It does seem to work like that…” Draco’s cronies weren’t rich, but they hardly had the same standing as him. It was an odd situation for her and she’d been in the house for years now.
Tracey chuckled nervously. “Ewww…I don’t think I’d want to think about that.” She kept chuckling. “Who would do that…with her?” She shivered in joking disgust. “Yeah, she is so uptight.” Tracey rolled her eyes.
She could tell immediately that Sara didn’t want to talk about it. “Sorry,” she said without thinking about it. At least with her dad dead she wasn’t likely to be married off to some Pureblood boy for standing and money. Tracey wasn’t so sorry for bringing it up but far much more for it having happened to the other girl at all.
Tracey turned around and looked at the rat cages. “Well, if we break one when we are ready to leave, you can take the rat and say the cage fell and he got away. McGonagall will never know.” She grinned at Sara.
She found she was looking for a long time. Sheepishly, she turned back around. “I think this is the most we’ve talked since we got to Hogwarts,” she joked, her voice a little tight with nervousness.