Tracey’s blood ran cold when she heard the familiar voice behind her. She straightened, her discomfort obvious. Sara hadn’t said a word to Tracey since she had broken off…whatever they had. Tracey had even tried at first and she failed to make any inroads.
Turning around, she carefully schooled her features. “I didn’t realize I was yours,” Tracey responded, her tone cool and confident. Shouldering her bag, Tracey was happy to feel her wand at her hip.
She had no idea what Sara was up to, but she certainly had a bad feeling. It was unlikely that Sara just happened to be in the deserted part of the Slytherin Dungeon. Tracey cast a casual glance around to assure that they were alone.
“What brings you by? Looking for potions?” Sara had long ago stopped supplying her with ingredients. But, knowing the way she enjoyed some of Tracey’s potions, it wouldn’t shock her if Sara wanted to get a few from her.
Or maybe she had an assignment that she just couldn’t do?