Batting the pillow away before it managed to hit her, and more importantly spill her wine, she let out a laugh when he said he wasn't a whore. "You, Adrian Pucey, are most definitely a whore. And if you do have standards and morals, I know they're very low." Smirking at him, she gave another light shrug.
"No one is currently holding my interest." Not to mention the fact she hardly left the Manor these days. "What can I say, I have high standards." That was one excuse at least.
As he mentioned partying with that particular house, Tracey wrinkled her nose at the thought. "I don't think we're that desperate are we?" The world would need to be ending and they would have to be the only ones left before she spent voluntary time with Gryffindors.