“He really is a big baby,” Tracey shook her head. “Maybe he will outgrow being a spoiled brat?” She laughed. “All right, there is no chance of not being a spoiled brat.”
“I know!” she agreed with exasperation. Turning to look at Sara, Tracey wore a wide smile. It didn’t falter at all as she looked at her, but Tracey paused as she was a bit overcome. That…feeling…was back again.
“Ummm…they really have been. If Hufflepuff beats Slytherin at Quidditch we might as well start wearing gold and black.” Tracey played at shivering at disgust by the thought.
Tracey blushed and looked down at her shoes. She noticed that her skirt was askew and adjusted it. “Well, no one I have been interested in has really…seemed interested. You know?” Tracey turned back to the shelves without looking up.
Had she said too much? What was she even trying to say? Tracey distracted herself with cleaning.
Chuckling, it made her feel good to hear that Theo might be a lacking boyfriend. Was she looking for something else? “Well, who would be…tempting?” she asked. As she cleaned, she was backing up and lightly bumping into Sara’s hip.
Not expecting it, she whipped around and found herself almost nose to nose with the other girl. The few metal bars in her hands fell to the floor. Tracey’s eyes went wide and she stared at Sara. Tracey swallowed hard. “Sorry,” she whispered sheepishly.