Damn him. He must have noticed that she didn't seem to be capable of doing so. Tracey released a sigh of frustration and started pacing, wishing she had a bowl of batter to mix or some dough to knead so she could work out her aggressive energy, because right now the only way she could think of for doing so was to kiss him again. "Fuck you, Ravenclaw," she said in a low voice, not looking at him.