Tracey shook her head. Heidi just didn’t get it. “As if talk was all they would do,” Tracey mused angrily. Were things that different in Hufflepuff? What if Heidi’s parents, both respected members of the community suddenly had a daughter that was a social pariah; a pervert? Deviant? There were far worse words she couldn’t even bring herself to think.
Heidi had no doubt, it seemed, that Tracey was indeed like her. It seemed that she had overplayed things if there was no doubt left at all. She sighed dejectedly. “I didn’t say that.” Tracey couldn’t bring herself to say definitively.
Heidi’s accusation made her angry again. It wasn’t so much that Heidi had said anything wrong, it just hit Tracey’s greatest insecurity. She walked such a fine line between rebellion and acceptance that she often wondered what it would be like to go fully one way or the other.
“I can’t believe that you don’t see what harm could come from it,” Tracey said. Looking up, she asked, “Do your parents know? Do they tell everyone that you have a nice girlfriend at Hogwarts?”