Tracey heard the stirring and groaning, then eventually cursing, from the couch. Tracey couldn’t help but grin. “Early? It’s almost six-thirty.” She grinned and kept up her cutting and stirring.
“You should get dressed then,” she quipped lightly. So it seemed that Heidi’s outfit, with which Tracey was intimately familiar, wasn’t intentional. It was probably for the best. It would be hard to see her like that all night. The only time she wore that was when they were cuddling somewhere or when she was in the Hufflepuff Locker Room.
Tracey didn’t follow her to the bedroom area. It didn’t seem right. It was hard enough watching her silhouette through the thin shades. When Heidi came out, she tried to act nonchalant even as she was complimented. “You look rather nice yourself.”
She hoped that she would be happy she came as well. After last night, Tracey wasn’t sure how many more tears she could take.
“You can throw those potatoes in and mash them when they are ready.” It would be pretty obvious that Tracey was preparing Heidi’s favorite meal; at least it used to be.