That smug look of determination, trying not to be as scared as she actually was. It was both the most frustrating thing and fantastic thing, in the world. A cruel smile tugged at the corners of her lips. Tracey ran her hand through Lavender's hair, almost like she was petting her. She was soft and gentle about the touch. "You really shouldn't pay attention to the crying girl." As soon as she was done talking, Tracey raised the dagger and brought it down on Lavender's foot. She was a good aim. The tip of the dagger pierced between the foot and one of her toes, severing the unneeded, at least in her mind, toe. She continues to pet Lavender, even when she pulled the knife back.