Daphene listened to the woman, her entire body tightening. She wanted the woman out. It was barely after three and she already needed a drink. It was all thanks to Tracey. It was unnerving how frazzled Tracey made her - how easily she was affected by this woman.
Her eyes narrowed at the words, as though they hadn't already been flexing in her anger. Her hands tightened on the door way and she nearly growled at the woman. She wasn't an animal - a commoner now, yes, but no animal.
She wondered if she should fight harder, even as she felt herself giving in. She'd learned from Marcus that the sports always came first especially when it came to Quidditch players. It wouldn't be fair to make Ginny choose - to risk her career for a casual fling. Though she knew that wasn't all it was. As much as she wanted to deny it, as much as she wanted it to be a exploration of her options, she knew it was much more than that. Merlin help her, she was in love with a blood traitor.
"Did Astoria put you up to this, Trace." She sneered, "Or is it the pathetic little lap dog you try to be that's motivating you?"