Tracey tried to stare down Sara. It didn’t work, but she didn’t let Sara stare her down either. She watched the other girl’s emotions play over her face. Then… that fucking grin came back. Tracey used to love it; it was cocky and sexy. Now, she wanted to slap it off her face.
Sara would never get it. How could she be made to see that Tracey did have something on her that would be impossible to refute? She had kept it, not to blackmail her with. It had originally been a present. But Sara had broken up with her. Then, Tracey had used it a few times in her sadness…
She let Sara go without another word.
Once they were inside, Tracey certainly noticed Madame Pomfrey’s look. She looked down, unable to face another harsh voice after their encounter with Sara. Tracey didn’t even ask anything, too afraid of setting Pomfrey off.
Tracey blanched visibly. “W-what did I do?” she stammered. “Nothing!” Images of what they had done filled there mind and Tracey felt like maybe Madame Pomfrey might have seen something damning.
“She’s my friend,” Tracey continued, her tone more even and calm. “I went to check on her and she was…like this.”