“Oh, I care,” Tracey giggled, trying to make herself sound like a total airhead. “But it’s all about you. I’m sorry to barge in on you like this. My friends distracted your…entourage? Whatever they are. Security?” She took a step forward.
“I just had to meet you and get your autograph. Like I said, I am your biggest fan,” Tracey gushed. Holding out the sheets of paper in her hand, they were five pictures of Heidi. “Would you sign these for me?” They were pictures of Heidi in her Quidditch gear and on her broom. A few had been taken that day and the others earlier in the year at practices and other matches.
“Tracey. My name is Tracey,” she breathed as she handed them to her with a quill.
"I always loved your hair blonde." She gave her a sly grin. They'd talked about them both being blonde before. Tracey loved it on certain occassions, this was one of them.