Tracey didn't answer the accusation. "There is nothing a good potion can't accomplish," Tracey told her. She knew she shouldn't risk admitting that but she couldn't help herself. Her affinity for potions was the only thing about herself she liked anymore; and this had even sullied that to the point she felt like she never wanted to brew one ever again.
"She made her choice!" Tracey shouted. "She has told people about herself and she has said that it won't hurt her career." She shook her head angrily. "If it got out…I'd have no future. My mother would disown me in a second!"
Tracey sobbed again before her head snapped out. "Don't! Don't!" Tracey shouted hysterically. "How dare you? You don't know anything!" Looking down, Tracey felt a wave of nausea wash over her. Spinning on her heal, she started towards the door. Pointing her wand at the corner she had been staring at, there was a puff of smoke.
She stopped at the closed door. Turning back, she couldn't even bring herself to lift her head she was so ashamed of herself. "Remember what I said," Tracey warned. "If I don't hear something attributed to you before the end of next week supporting me and denouncing…" Tracey faltered, unable to say Heidi's name due to the tight pain in her throat as she tried to speak her name. "…her, the first person I am going to is Dumbledore and Lavender will know everything you did to me."
Tracey stormed out of the classroom, slamming the door behind her. She ran to the nearest lavatory and sobbed so hard that the only reason she stopped was to be sick.