Tracey took in a deep breath, letting it out harshly. She knew Ophelia felt a very certain way, and she was strikingly aware of where a lot of that feeling came form. Her closest friend had been raised in a completely different manner than her and the Ravenclaw boy standing next to her. Despite all of Ben and Tracey's best efforts, despite everything they firmly aligned themselves with - she knew there was no full replacement for being bred, born, and raised with the sort of sense of duty and purpose that Lia had been. When you had to fight to prove you were worth the privilege of something, it came a little bit differently then when you were gifted it by birth. And Lia, even with all of that - she had a different air about her when it came to people, sure, she didn't care about a lot of people, but she was fiercely protective of those she was close to and Tracey knew in the pit of her stomach that there was going to be no swaying the other girl. That, absolutely, didn't mean she wouldn't get a nice 'I told you so' out of it when Lia was inevitably proven wrong, which is what Tracey really did believe - if less out of thoughts on Alexei's feelings and certainly more out of care and want for her friend to be happy.
Tracey's eyes flickered up to meet Lia's, as much as she had really in many ways thought of Lae and Lia more as family over the last few years - its not like she had ever said it out loud, nor had Lia. There was something odd about the feeling that welled up in her chest at the thought. It was another emotion she couldn't decipher, another confusing thing she'd have to process later. "I don't think you should go alone." She said, looking at Ben with a clearly serious expression, "Absolutely, you should do it. But if we're going to do this and we're not going to do it as a cover up, you need back-up. It can't look like it was some sort of solo operation. People need to be more... swayed... they need to know that there is a true force to be reckoned with here." A smirk seeped into her features, excitement pushing away that unforgiving emotion as she spoke. Something about all of this really did bring something out in Tracey that nothing else really ever had.
A silent nod to Lia, she slipped away from the table and over to where Lia's bag was on the ground, nipping the sketchbook out of it and some writing utensils she placed them gently on the bed next to the fiery haired girl - very curious to see what she'd come up with in the end.