Tracey was happy to have the Manor filled with people, chatter and music, feeling more at ease than she had done in months. Scorpius was asleep upstairs with one of the house elves in the room and she was assured enough by that to relax and have a good time, acting out the part of the hostess as perfectly as ever.
She took another glass of sparkling water and sipped at it as she looked around, smiling politely and saying hello to all those who spoke to her. She wasn't looking for anybody in particular to talk to but if another witch over the age of 40 tried to corner her again and tell her how blooming she was looking - and was there another Malfoy on the way? - then she thought she'd have to kill somebody.