Trixie rolled her eyes at Jayce. She couldn't recall bumping into him THAT many times. Twice maybe, but once again it was down to the impact with the wall rather then her own fault. She had been pretty much graceful before hadn't she? Maybe.... Err....

"Eh I was fine" she reassured him. Moretti had always done a fantastic job and she was always perfectly healed. So it was good yes? And the last hospital visit wasn't FOR her. It was HER fault though.

Teehee... Oops... Shouldn't offend Trixie Malfoy when she has a beaters bat in her hand *whistle*

Frown. He was totally teasing her. HMPH.

Why was she still not talking to her? What the? And then she looked at her shoes. HER SHOES? Well there was nothing to fault about those heels. She loved them things.

"I'm a Slytherin" she replied proudly an eyebrow raised at the question. No being prejudice otherwise Trixie wouldn't listen. It was her sarcasm that made her a true slythie. Or else her intelligence would probably place her in Ravenclaw. "You?" she asked back.