It hadn't taken long to eat, and once they'd finished the dishes got done fairly quickly and they settled in the lounge. Tracey was on the floor surrounded by record sleeves as she looked through the old muggle music. Her cheeks might have a been a little flushed from the wine, but her grandparents owned a vineyard, she was by no means feeling it really.
"I'm telling the truth." She said with a bit of a laugh as she polished off the glass currently in her hand, taking a break from her flipping through the music to do so. She hadn't been entirely sure how'd this topic come up, but it had reared it's ugly head to weirdest thing to come into St. Mungo's A&E. "Patient-healer confidentiality. I can't tell you who, except ridiculously famous. But he'd come in completely wasted, naked, with broom stick splinters in not fun places and still had the ability to hit on everyone who went near him. It was equal parts horrifying and annoying."
Her eyes narrowed a bit falling on the songlist on one of the records. She caught the word magic in one of the song titles. "It's always so strange to me when muggles start writing about what they think magic is."