Tracey's body language said it all. Daphne had learned to control hers with years of practice. She was used to lying under a scrutinizing eye. When doing so, those little movements Tracey made without thinking could give away your fib.
"So the bit about you fancying the halfblood- that's just gossip?" she asked, hardly managing to keep the doubt out of her voice. She certainly hoped it was true, as she wasn't entirely sure what she would do if Tracey honestly cared for and was seriously dating someone of less than pure blood. It would certainly put a strain on their relationship.