Tracey softened up at the other girl's touch. It relaxed her back to the brink of the calm Lia normally brought with her, but not quite there - part of her knew that ever being entirely calm again, might be a memory now. A distant memory. This was going to change everything. However, hopefully, it would be a change that brought about stronger ties to survival as well as a fair bit of emotional closure on some rather annoying issues... even if she knew it might open more than a few new wounds, and not just the ones they'd use to manipulate the other student's perceptions. These wounds would be a little deeper than that, the scars not visible on her skin.
"Its no secret amoungst wizarding family's how my Mother's family felt about him. Easy enough to make people believe that the rumours were true." She brought her hand down from her neck quickly, her stomach was beginning to knot in anxiety - though it was an emotion that only Lia could understand in her, their actions weren't the cause, no quite far from it really. The idea of rehashing her old night terrors, the dreams, the panic attacks that she had third year, that was the source of the knot. It may have scared her, it may have worried her even, but she knew in her heart it would make a damn good cover story - good thing she'd never actually been honest with anyone about what happened. She'd let the rumours fester about maybe it was her brother - maybe he was really the one who should have been Slytherin. Maybe it was her Father, angry that she turned out so much like her Mother's staunchy Pureblood family. Maybe the Father was just another crazy Muggleborn. Maybe the Father and Son had both ganged up on her. In the end, most people blamed the Father - Brandon was too likeable, too Hufflepuff to really catch any real blame (except from Lia). Killing sounded easy in comparison to having to relive that day, at least in Tracey's mind.
Tracey snapped out of her thoughts, tilting her head at the other girl, "Better place to really talk anyway." They were safe in Bezoar, but with things moving this quickly - they needed a more solid place to plan the smaller details, things that couldn't be chalked up to the girl's being misheard or misunderstood in their motives.
"If there's one thing that gets me and Ben to get along, its always been you." She said with a soft smirk, if only to lighten the mood about the seriousness of everything the two girls were discussing. "I'd prefer you not get an infection anyway." She said, attempting to force a more normal level of sarcasm into her voice, something more expected of her demeanor than the pale, concerned expression she currently wore.