Mandy just looked at her, tears in her eyes. They weren't really angry anymore. They were of pain. Pain that Tracey may be a little right, but she was wrong about who destroyed the Brocklehurst name. It wasn't her mother. It was her. She'd destroyed and ruined everything. Guilt swirled around her stomach, ached her heart, and made it hard for her to see straight through her tears as she looked at Tracey. Deep down she knew most of her anger wasn't at Zach or Tracey, it was at herself. At herself for never being the pureblood princess Tracey was. Tracey was who her mother was supposed to be, marrying for status not love, not going off into the Class of the Chrysanthemum and finding love which of course she had to pass off as just one of many jaunts into the muggle world. Her mother had upheld the Brocklehurst name until the day she decided she wasn't going to care.
Mandy never tried. She wasn't raised to try. She never bothered to care about the last name. She'd never even met her grandparents on either side. She was just some unfortunate accident, a mistaken on her mother's part. If her mother hadn't gotten pregnant, she would have been Tracey. She would have left her father and gone back to everything she'd known her entire life.
Closing her eyes, she opened them to look at Tracey again. "Then we should go. We should just go," she whispered.