There he went again, still talking to himself. It was almost a sure thing that all Hufflepuffs were touched in the head in some way. Crossing her legs, Tracey glanced back at the rest of the patrons, trying to keep the distaste off her face. Everyone was so loud and unrestrained.
Glancing back at Zach as he looked at her, she shrugged. "Why would I need to speak to myself? I can read my own thoughts, it doesn't really require any verbal communication." Pausing, she added, "So, are you drowning your sorrows?" It was an obvious reference to his journal entry again, but at least she managed to keep the smirk off her face. For the most part.