Jules shugged and looked around for Daphne. "Is that her over by the fireplace with Sara and Theo?"
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Tracey was shuffling around the outskirts of the debacuherous party. Everyone was studiously ignoring her. She knew that she was a total pariah and no one dared to be seen interacting with her; that was, unless they needed something. Luckily for her purse, a lot of people needed things…
Her purse was already heavy with coins but she had a few things left including some of her more inventive and expensive potions that she had saved for the richer and bolder Slytherins who might buy them.
Then, she saw Claire Runcorn with…Jules Abernath? From the shadows, Tracey cocked her eyebrow and tried to figure out if that was who it actually was. It seemed so…
Making sure Claire could see her from her position in the shadows, Tracey waited to see if she would approach. Though the two had never really gotten along, and they had that little tiff on the train a few days before, Claire's love of illicit potions was well known.
Tracey, especially now that she was homeless and in desperate need of money, wasn't going to be picky about who she sold to. She had to hope that her reputation for brewing would continue to help people look the other way about her other sins and buy from her.