Tracey wasn't sure what Misses Macavoy meant by "sense of honor". Was she insulting her with faint praise or was it mostly genuine. She shifted uncomfortably but minimized the movement, not wanting to appear weak.
She wanted to scream; I'm not a slag! It was the second time that she had been called a slag in a few minutes. Tracey frowned. "I am not like the other girls Tracey has dated." In that, her belief was firm.
Tracey was positively floored by what Heidi had said when her mother was gone. "What? You can't be serious. She hates me. She called me a slag not once but twice."
She groaned. "When do we have to see your father?" Taking her food from Jilly, Tracey smiled and thanked the house elf. She didn't want to take her foul mood out on her.
Whispering loud enough for Jilly to hear, she leaned in towards Heidi, "I think we should take Jilly with us when we leave Hogwarts."