Tracey laughed, trying to hide how close Sara’s words still hit to home. “Well, if they did that, you’d be a house of five people. So, be my guest and go to Snape with your little suggestion. I am sure he’ll go with that,” she rebutted nastily.
“You know, you need a new trick. Bagging on Hufflepuffs is getting boring,” she said with a bored roll of her eyes. “Or maybe that’s the limits of your creativity.” All the hurt and anger she felt towards Sara was bubbling to the surface. She’d buried it so long that now that Sara was in her face, and being a total cow to boot, Tracey knew it would come out.
“Don’t touch that,” Tracey said, flinching away like Sara’s finger tips were glowing embers. Her eyes narrowed angrily at yet another reference to her financial means. “Yeah, so?”
It was growing irrefutable that Sara knew, but when she said Heidi’s name it was like she was doused with a bucket of cold water. Was she guessing? No, Sara had to have seen something. She wouldn’t have acted so sure. Not that she would have been above taking a guess because Tracey and Heidi were spending so much time together.
“Don’t call her that,” Tracey hissed.
She paused. “So, you think I am. So what? What do you care who I am shagging?” There was really no use denying it. Sara knew Tracey fancied girls; after all they’d shagged more time than Tracey could count.
“What’s the matter? Jealous?” Tracey asked sweetly, hoping to set Sara off balance since she already had Tracey in that state.