Tracey understood his reasoning, but she didn't think she needed something like an imprint on her hand to remind her that she couldn't be scared into joining the Death Eaters. Fleeing, however...
Taking her coffee, she followed Miles to a table and sat down opposite him. "If I have to go, I think I'll go," she admitted. "There's not much tying me here." He was right in that what he was telling her was plenty revealing, a lot more so than previous Quidditch talk. "As a halfblood, I can see where you're coming from. And also as a Slytherin." Frowning a little, she sipped her coffee. "Zacharias Smith assumed that I was a pureblood just because I was in Slytherin. He also assumed that I was immune to any and all Death Eater activity. I'm sure he'll be pleased to know that I got an owl."