"I've heard stories about you," she pointed out. "You're infamous amongst those Quidditch players. Anyone else is practically innocent." Echoing his eye roll when he told her he didn't approve of those players, Tracey frowned at him. "Then I'm out of ideas."
Toying with the bracelet still in her hand, she shrugged in answer to Adrian's question. "I don't actually know where she is. Out?" It didn't concern her all that much, her mother tended to disappear some evenings, but she was usually home by midnight.
"If you stay long enough, I'm sure you can catch her on the way back. She'll be glad to nag you."