"Not that bad," Tracey mentioned. "He's slept with more people's wives these days than I can even count." Not entirely sure that another drink was a good idea, she reasoned that she didn't have to drink all of it and so accepted the glass when Miles handed it to her.
"He was just a nice guy," she said with a shrug. "We've been friends for as long as I can remember and he always looked out for me at Hogwarts. Don't get me wrong, he still does that, but..." She shrugged. It was too hard to explain. "He's a typical Quidditch player now."