What was the matter? How could she even answer the question? Merlin, now that she was here, how was she supposed to ask? Should she just blurt it out?
“Hello, Professor,” she greeted Fleur. “Thank you.” She stepped inside and stood awkwardly a few feet away. Folding her hands in front of her, she looked down at the ground and noticed her outfit. She was still looking like quite the slag; a Muggle slag at that.
“No, it’s not about that,” Tracey answered softly. She had totally forgotten about the paper. What was it even about? That did not bode well for her grade, though Tracey couldn’t have cared less at that moment.
She made an effort not to look at Fleur because of the effect the young Professor had on her. “I…” Tracey sighed. She looked over at one of the desks. “May I sit down?”