Sara let out a sardonic laugh. Oh poor, naive Tracey. Did she honestly still live in her little fantasy world where once she left school her status and blood would be forgotten after a few years hard work? "Don't tell me you still have that naive little dream of being all rich and powerful." she chuckled, "People don't forget soiled blood so easily. Or the pathetic wizards that married said soiled blood." She knew her last comment would hit home. She vowed that if she was miserable, Sara would make sure Tracey was too. It just wasn't fair any other way.
"Oh Tracey, now was that comment suppose to make me feel like the whore?" she questioned. But she didn't like being called a whore, what girl did? "You're forgetting which one of us so carelessly gave up our virginity on a dirty table in a greenhouse. Were you aching for a shag that badly?"
Sara had wanted to distance herself from Tracey when they had first broken up and it had been her original plan to just ignore her until they graduated. But that plan went down hill when she saw how happy Tracey was. She wanted that happiness and if she couldn't have it, she'd take it away.
"You honestly think it's going to last between you two?" She crossed her arms again and stared at Tracey almost threateningly, "Heidi Macavoy is out. And she's chosen the one career that doesn't seem to be affected by sexuality, so her parents don't care." Sara's parents knew the Macavoys, most purebloods knew, or knew of, each other. "But you don't. How long do you think she's going to be happy being your dirty little secret?"
"Or..." she grinned, "Are you just clinging on to any pureblood you can get nowadays?" someone like Tracey, eager for status, Sara wouldn't put it past her to find a Pureblood and try and climb her way into the ranks from their. "How long will it be before she realizes how pathetic you are?"