Tracey felt nervous too as they entered the bedroom. Her eyes kept moving over to her little bed. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea. She was already looking for an excuse to get them out of the bedroom.
She could barely hear Heidi over her pounding heart. “Oh…I don’t know.” The ones that were oldest tended to be her favorite ones. They were all about a promising star on her rise to fame. “The first Quidditch Monthly, I think.”
Shifting from foot to foot, Tracey couldn’t hide her nervousness.