Tracey, as much as it annoyed her, dropped her feet and sat up a little straighter in her chair. She was raised properly, there was just a streak of crankiness and rebellion in her that never really went away. She didn't bother to fix her hair and only brushed it out of her face. It was only hair and all she'd done to it that morning was brush it. The last time she'd really tried to look her best was months ago.
"But I like being the outcast of the Pureblood Circle. Destined to sulk in a corner by my lonesome, watching all of my old friends with longing." Tracey flashed Marcus a little grin. Yes, she cared about being an outcast, but she couldn't really blame her friends for being exactly who they'd always been. Maybe it was karma for being a bitch to people when she was younger. Either way, she couldn't change it so there was no real point in worrying about it.