Tracey could not say that she was grateful for her afternoon lesson cut short, though under normal circumstances she might have been. Emptying a pair of size five ballet flats into the trash because one of her students had thrown up in them was not normal.
The girl was feeling much better, no doubt, and Tracey had been happy to hand the soggy slippers over to her mother. As she made her way back to the classroom to collect her own things and head home, she spied the Weasleys milling about.
"Did you lose something? A girl, perhaps?" She asked with a smirk, peeking into the Intermediate Jazz and Tap classroom.