Tracey scoffed. “Our place, I think you mean. Or did you forget that the King Draco and Queen Pansy don’t think any more of you or me than they did in second year?” As for her place belonging to Sara somehow, she was long past that but it really wasn’t worth addressing. Sara was obviously trying to get her goat. But why?
Though everyone knew, thanks in no small part to Sara, Tracey still didn’t like the fact that everyone knew her mother was a Muggle. She’d tried so long to hide it. In a way, she knew it was silly. However, she was proved right to hide it as her social standing went down quite a bit when her secret was out. And, of course, she hated to be reminded that she was poor.
“Your concern for my welfare is touching,” she replied with obvious sarcasm. People who cared how someone else was doing didn’t bring up money and blood status. Tracey’s feeling of dread was increasing.
She tried not to show her shock at the mention of Quidditch. Did Sara know about her and Heidi? It seemed impossible, but Tracey was sure that she did. Was that what all this was about?
“I have gone to a few games this year,” Tracey said, doing her best to sound nonchalant. Though, she didn’t know why she bothered since she was convinced Sara knew. “And even if I am a devoted fan, what is it to you?”