"Oh?" Sara asked, playing innocent, though she knew that they both knew she was anything but. "Such a shame. Where will you get all your lunch money now?" She said in a playing sympathetic manner.
Sara's eyes instantly fell to Tracey's outfit. She just barely stopped herself from licking her lips. Instead, she as usual, covered her lust with insults. "Glad to see you're finally starting to dress as well as the amount you're worth." she sneered. "Finally realize you're nothing but a whore? Feeding off of puerbloods for you're own pathetic needs?" Sara was for some reason being particularly cruel this evening.
Holding her breath as Tracey's body brushed past her own, Sara closed the door, leaving them alone in the room, her mind too filling with memories of the hurried, selfish shags they had had.
Sara chuckled, "You don't have it in you. You know what will happen if you hex me." She leaned confidently on the closed door, hands behind her back and her signature evil grin playing at her lips. If worst came to worst, Sara knew she could at least hold her own physically until she could reach her wand. She waited, wanting to know why all of a sudden, Tracey decided to show up.