Tracey nodded instinctually. She knew what was important. She always knew the task ahead was hardly an easy one. Without her father, Tracey would need to wait until she was done school until she could begin to remake a name for herself. Something she had vowed to do. Her Muggle mother would be of no help at all in that…
“She is!” Tracey agreed in an excited tone. “You can tell she believes the Gryffindors when they complain about Snape. But we get a five hour detention for talking in class. Well, Slytherins did. She didn’t seem to care very much if she actually figured out who was the one talking.”
Tracey had been starting at Sara, very quietly. Of course, she wasn’t about to admit that.
“I can’t stand Granger, what a cow,” Tracey said nastily. She wasn’t the biggest Pureblood snob, however didn’t have much love for them either and was used to responding to such things automatically. Her own issues with her Muggle mother didn’t help. Plus, Granger being a total know it all didn’t help either.
“I guess.” Tracey shrugged. “I haven’t been that unlucky yet to get saddled with a husband yet.”
“I do what I can,” she laughed happily. Sara’s compliment made her tummy to flipflops.
“Really?” She didn’t dare turn around. Tracey wanted to scream they should do it again. But, would that really be a good idea? “I don’t know Daphne nor Theo well,” Tracey admitted. In fact, they likely wouldn’t give her the time of day.