"I'd like to see them," Tracey replied softly, though she didn't make any move to get up, either. She didn't even look awkward at the question, because for once she found she didn't really mind talking. "Some of them were Mother's. Some of them were gifts for our birthday, mostly from her society friends. We never played with them, they just sort of sat there and stared at us." She brushed her hand over her skirt and then said after a second, "We did have these two dolls we played with, though. One of the house elves made them for us, out of old fabric, with red yarn for hair and buttons for eyes, and dresses made from clothes we'd outgrown. There were two of them, twins, one for me and one for Tam. Mine was called... Abigail. And Tam called her's..." She pressed her eyes shut for a second, searching for the memory and then laughed. "Oh right, Anabel. Abigail and Anabel. We used to hide them under our pillows so Mother wouldn't find them and take them away."