"I dunno." Sara shrugged. "Ten, twenty girls?" she was sure the number was much more than Gabrielle had had, but she was merely teasing.
Sara arched an eyebrow at Gabrielle's slip up. Though it was clear in her face that Gabrielle didn't seem to mind the slip up too much. "You've slept with a professor?" she had to admit, she was impressed. "Your sister has slept with a professor too?"
"She's okay." Sara said, shrugging and feigning indifference. She had always found Tracey beautiful. Even more paired with her intellect. "I suppose."
Laughing loudly, Sara couldn't believe that Gabrielle would even have thought that Sara would at all try to get with Macavoy. The only thing she wanted to do to that slag was sock her in the face. "NO, I wasn't scorned by that cow."
"It is. A shame." Sara nodded. Personally, she had wanted to try out for a position as a beater when she came to Hogwarts - she had gotten a broom young and had always loved Quidditch - but her parents had quickly put a stop to that, saying it was inappropriate for good pureblood girls to play sports. Obviously someone didn't give Macavoy the memo. Another reason she hated the girl. She could play Quidditch while Sara was stuck on the sidelines, pretending she didn't know twice as much about the sport as Theo and his friends did.