"Oh, yes, my dear, you are terribly, terribly scary. Why I am quaking in my fashionable boots." Her words may have been a bit more believable if they weren't delivered in the type of bored, flat tone she'd used to answer Professor Binns questions once upon a time. The teasing glint in her eyes didn't help very much either.
"There are still rainbows and kittens so there must be innocent young things somewhere in the world," Tracey countered, "You just not likely to run into them in Britain."
"Mmhmm," said she, quietly cataloguing the first real, honest and not at all colored by his life and the times smile she'd seen out of Blaise in ages. It would seem that she would have to keep an eye on a certain Miss Li and Blaise reactions to her. If Blaise Zabini had grown a heart for more than friendship she was going to laugh herself sick before congratulating him. "You know I'm not one to tell tales out of school, Blaise. Secrets are more fun when they're not shared."
Tracey sighed, dipping her finger in the condensation ring left by her water glass and drawing vaguely runic shapes with the moisture. "Perfection has never been an attainable goal but I did have hopes for tolerable if nothing else. Alex is treating me exactly as he always has which is to say Time and Tide will change before Alexander Bole does."
"Then tell her that once she has the heir and the spare that she can flit around all she likes." She shook her head. "Not to inflate your sizeable ego, but I cannot understand why Patil wouldn't be happy to have you in her bed. You are reasonably good looking."