The one who had spoken was smiling smugly, and the other was lingering just behind. "How long were you standing there planning that?" asked Rose. The huge theatre nerd is Pansy Parkinson." "She ran up to hide behind the door as soon as Leijon finished his speech," grinned the other girl. Slytherin is meant to be about word games and cleverness!" Pansy scowled in a way that reminded Rose of Draco. "If it happens to be the singular House most Greengrass children are sorted into, it's only an affirmation of family being important to us, nothing political." "Slytherin is a place to sleep," said Daphne. "Isn't family loyalty being important a sign of Hufflepuff?" asked Rose, thinking of Hermione. "I can sense that this room will be a wonderful source of drama that I will attempt to catalogue in my acting journal for the next seven years." "Wouldn't you say that it's ambitious to try and keep a family together?" replied Daphne. "You keep an acting journal?" That was Tracey. I've only gotten a few glimpses over the years, but one page involved her talking about the time when-" "She keeps an acting journal," said Millicent. " That's quite enough, Millie!" shrieked Pansy.ĭaphne tried to suppress it, but she ended up letting out a tiny snort of laughter.
Tracey didn't even try to hide it, once she saw Daphne break. Rose was laughing, too, covering her mouth but giggling all the same. Then finally Pansy smiled, and Millicent patted her on the back and laughed heartily, and finally the whole room was filled with laughter, and minutes later, once the last shuddering breath was taken and the last tear was wiped away, Tracey sighed contentedly.
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