Tracey was surprised that Heidi seemed willing to just pay her whatever she asked. Was the girl rich? Well, were mommy and daddy rich? They must be if money wasn’t an object.
“Meet at the pitch?” she asked, wishing to be clear.
That would be strange, she thought. Tracey and her friends had avoided Quidditch like the plague. The last game she had gone to was second year. Could she even find her way to the pitch?