"No, no." Sara shook her head and gave a rare understanding smile. She knew that Tracey hadn't meant it as a cutting remark. She rubbed her ex-girlfriend's shoulder soothingly, "you're not. Not at all."
Sara gave a small smile as she thought of Clara. The older girl had really been the only one who could take her mind off of Tracey. "She's a seventh year." Sara said, knowing that she couldn't just simply give away her name. " she's...a pureblood. Very smart. She's incredibly smart. And she's...sweet."
Hearing Tracey, Sara didn't stop. She was aware that wasn't she was doing was...inappropriate, but she kept going. Sucking gently at the spot on Tracey's wrist, her free hand moved to Tracey's waist, purposely brushing against Tracey's "spot".