Tracey held her breath as the door opened. She saw Sara and stood frozen. Everything that she liked about Sara's body flooded back to her mind. She fought back any of the thoughts that reminded Tracey about why she hated Sara.
The purring words were just the start, she was sure, of Sara's cruelty. "Someone destroyed my table and some of my potions," she said, trying to make herself sound stronger than she felt. However, despite her emotional weakness, Tracey was resolute in her goal.
She didn't dare answer Sara's question. Tracey's cloak fell open to reveal her slutty outfit. It only served as yet another reminder of her heritage. For once, she thought it might serve her with Sara.
Brushing past her, Tracey moved just far enough into the room for Sara to close her door. It had been painful to feel their bodies lightly touch as she had made her way by. Sara's expensive perfume, perfume too expensive for Tracey to ever afford as Sara had told her more than once, filled her senses and brought back memories of secret rendezvous and stifled orgasms.
Nothing Sara was without a wand, Tracey was actually holding hers in her left hand hidden under her cloak. She looked around for it and saw it on the end table. "Sure you want to be saying things like that when your wand is all the way over there?" Tracey asked with an aggressiveness she had almost never shown.