Sara didn't care on her faults in beliefs, she would tell Tracey anything she needed to get what she wanted out of the girl. Maybe that meant taking back things she said about Tracey not being worthy of Slytherin. She's take it back if it benefited her.
Shocked as Tracey whirled around, Sara just looked at the girl, clearly seeing her anger. "What?" she asked, not liking the stare on her. She hadn't said anything wrong.
"You don't love her." Sara scoffed. She saw the look in Tracey's eyes though, and she knew the blonde may very well be in love. She hated it. "You're not someone who loves."
At Tracey's words, at the finality of them. Sara grew furious. How dare this little Halfblood refuse her something she wanted. Tracey looked so strong and firm and Sara couldn't stand it. Stepping the steps that Tracey retreated, Sara gripped the girls shoulders and pushed her into the wall again, not caring if she left a bruise as her grip tightened on Tracey's slim shoulders. "I'm not going to let a mudblood loving Hufflepuff take what's mine." She growled, her face inches from Tracey's.