Tracey's eyes glared at Ben, the girl clearly a little more riled by the much more sincere jab at her abilities than she had been by the more playful ones earlier. "I am capable of more than you could ever comprehend. Don't you dare discount my abilities like that just because I want to make sure we do this smart." She let out a harsh breath and wet her lips, "There is no sense in us going after the one target that could cause us problems so damn early. Literally, the one person at Hogwarts who would actually put up a fight when faced with the three of us. Capable has nothing to do with it. Not wanting to put such high stakes on landing in Azkaban before we get a change to make a fucking mark has everything to do with it." The lean girl snarled at the dark haired boy. She took a deep breath, closing her eyes and letting it out slowly. A good amount of energy put into not yelling her response.
"Hogwarts will be ours' that won't be a problem." She said through gritted teeth. "That boy in your year - the Huffelpuff with the hair, he's Pureblooded, right? The one that might be cute if he wasn't so obnoxiously nice." As much as a big part of Tracey was really teetering on an edge of fully lashing out at Ben, she was attempting to keep some of her composure - if only because Lia couldn't physically get in the middle of them at the moment and she didn't want the petite girl to have the stress of what their usual rows brought.
Tracey shook her head, "They shouldn't have no as an option." She put the book back down, a part of her knowing that having a projectile in her hand might not be the best thing to keep a fight from happening, "If we pick them and there is a hint of hesitation that we didn't predict. They could be much more use to us alive than dead, at least for a period of time."