Tracey was sorry she'd asked, when she'd heard how Zacharias stopped mid sentence. "At least she wants you home," Tracey said. Not that she wanted to be home anyway. John and she had left as soon as she could. Her mother was not a happy woman, not after she'd been tricked into marrying a halfblood to have halfblood children.
"Really?" Tracey said with a smirk of her own. "She doesn't still think you murdered Potter, does she?" Tracey asked. Her cousin was a lot of things, but not a murderer. "Edgecombe is trouble. What did she do to you now?"