"Right, of course they wouldn't." Heidi spoke, feeling something that might be a relative to aggravation. What was it about this girl that seemed to unlock such unfamiliar emotions? Had they all just been locked away waiting for the person with the key to unlock the door? "They would blow things out of proportion and look at us with disgust because everyone is cruel like that."
Heidi gave Tracey a knowing grin and didn't comment further, knowing that both girls knew the truth.
The stab at her parents hit Heidi. Not because she was right, in fact, in some aspects, Heidi wished what Tracey implied was true, that her parents noticed her enough to care. But no, the comment unlocked another door, one of anger.
Standing up, Heidi moved close to Tracey and spoke in a quiet, but even tone, willing not to let her faint anger show.
"My parents-" She began, "only care about my scores on the quidditch pitch." she felt the hurt of her parents apathy. All she was to them was a continuance of the Macavoy name in the quidditch world, "If it doesn't relate to me on a broom, they don't even notice me." Her voice was still hushed, but now it was exceedingly more harsh as she stepped closer to Tracey, "I could become a bloody Death Eater and they wouldn't care as long as I keep winning. So, no, they don't know, but not from lack of trying on my part."