Despite all Blaise's assurances that Tracey would be nice, Hannah was terribly nervous. She worked herself into a fine state. She probably would not be able to eat lunch at all without vomiting. She had worn her respectable-looking green dress. It was one of the modest ones Blaise had not liked until it was on her. She did not know why she always felt the need to wear green or black when meeting Slytherins, but she did. The green brought out her eyes though. That was one of the reasons Blaise had liked it so well.

She hurried into Gulliver's Glenn, hoping she was not late. Hannah looked around for anyone she thought might possibly look like the very vague memory she had of what Tracey looked like in her head. She wished she had thought to ask Didly to bust out with some snaps.

Tracey was sitting at her and Pansy's regular table, twirling her glass full of ice with a bored look on her face. She'd been waiting for about fifteen minutes for Blaise's little Mudblood, and the thought suddenly struck her that outside of a wedding dress, she had no idea what the witch looked like. The Prophet had only showed pictures of the runaway bride from the back. Conveniently enough, just as she started contemplating that the former Hufflepuff had stood her up, a very nervous looking blonde appeared suddenly. She was waering a lovely green dress and it amused Tracey to no end that Hannah Abbott may have donned Slytherin colours for her benefit. The girl looked just as unsure of herself as Tracey had expected, and it took getting the attention of the waiter and telling him to direct the young woman to the table to come face to face with the woman her best friend was obviously so smitten with. She smiled openly and gestured for the girl to sit down, "You must be Hannah. I'm Tracey Davis. Please join me."

"Thank you," Hannah said smiling and going to sit... and completely missing her chair and dumping herself on her bum.

The waiter gasped and pulled her up from the floor. Hannah's face was bright red as she finally managed to find her chair. Oh dear oh dear oh dear. This was exactly what she worried about. She had just embarrassed herself in front of one of Blaise's friends. Utterly.

"Well, that was awkward and embarrassing," Hannah said. She looked at the waiter. "Best I just stick with water then, yes? With a wedge of lime if you don't mind. Thank you so much."

Tracey bit her lip to keep the grin that threatened to cross her face from showing through. How positively charming. Very good thing we don't have Pansy here... she'd laugh out loud and scare the poor girl, "I'll have another Scotch," she said before the waiter left them and then turned to the flushed girl. "Are you all right, Hannah?" she asked her gently, unable to keep some of the amusement out of her tone, but hopefully it came across good natured.

"I hope Gulliver's wasn't hard to find. We usually have lunch here every week. I forget that not everyone in the world's life revolves around watching Pansy complain about not being able to eat proper food on her diets and single-handedly supporting the shop-keepers of Diagon with her spending habits." Tracey wanted to make the girl comfortable, but had little to no experience outside of the people she'd known her whole life. Even in business, she was normally just in and out of offices or directing vendors. She never had to make nice with people who might actually matter. Seeing how important Blaise was to her, if this little witch was important to him, then Tracey knew she'd better be nice. Yes... it was a good idea to meet her before Pansy got her claws into Hannah Abbott.

Still mortified, Hannah tried to smile and play it off. She wanted very badly to make a good impression. She did not feel she was doing well so far.

"I didn't have any trouble. At least until I tried to sit down just now," Hannah joked. Did she have to bring up Pansy Parkinson? If she was nervous about anyone, it was that one. Hannah was wringing her hands in her laps under the table. "So..." Oh dear... what do I talk to her about? The only thing we have in common is Blaise. "Blaise hasn't said much about his friends. Draco's been more informative, but I suspect I should not trust his observances of people."

Tracey laughed at that. "No, Draco isn't the best, especially when he's worked up about something. I've always said it, pretty but melodramatic, that's what you get when you look at Draco. He's a dear, though, but you're not allowed to tell him I said that." She whispered conspiratorially while grinning at the girl. "I'm actually quite glad he's home... not just for me, but for Blaise too." Her face grew sullen for a moment, remembering how hurt and angry her friend had been when they'd all been left behind. Trying to stop herself from plummeting into broodiness when she was trying to get a feel for Blaise's new toy, she suddenly smiled at the girl. "Well, Hannah Abbott. Aside from your being a Hufflepuff in school and the fact that you bolted on your wedding day, I know next to nothing about you. Fill me in... you must be intriguing if you've caught B's attention."

Hannah blinked. "I think I'm boring actually. I bake mostly. I can't imagine why I've caught his attention unless he has an affinity for vomiting drunk girls that we don't know about."

There was that odd sense of humor. Hannah hoped she wasn't being offensive.

"He actually told me in the beginning that we would only be friends, was terribly determined to stay just friends until Draco hexed me and took my dress off and put me in Blaise's bed. I agree with the melodramatic part. He hid in the closet to watch too."

Tracey nodded sagely. "That's Blaise trying to be noble. I didn't know he had it in him." She grinned, "And I knew about the hexing and the bed part, but I had no idea our little Draco was such a voyeur. What a perve!" Tracey couldn't help but giggle at the girl as the waiter arrived to take their order. Tracey ordered what she usually ordered and looked as the petite blonde told the waiter to bring her a turkey sandwich with crisps. "Well, I can't say that B has ever been partial to drunk girls who enjoy vomiting, well, the vomiting part anyway, so I'm sure there is something else about you that he thinks is worth allowing you to meet his friends. Though truthfully, he looked petrified when I told him I owled you. He's not telling falsehoods about me is he? I promise, I'm quite harmless... even if I didn't like you, it's not like he'd listen to me anyway." At the girl's look she amended her former statement, "But I do, I do like you. Nothing to worry about there."

Hannah smiled. She very nearly sagged in relief. She didn't know what she would do if Blaise's friends didn't accept her. Draco had assured her she would have few problems, but Hannah was different than them. She just was. It was very refreshing that Tracey admitted to liking her. Already. That seemed to relax Hannah quite a bit.

"I think he suspects he needs to take care of me. Which is annoying really. I get that all around. Poor defenseless Hannah, you know. Did he tell you he took me to meet Draco's mother? That was frightening. She's lovely, but scary. Draco insists she likes me. Can't imagine why. Blaise just... I feel... at ease and safe around him."

Tracey almost burst out laughing. "He tries to protect you too? What is it about the men in my life? Do they think we witches are completely helpless? Trust me, it's not just you. They do it to me too. I wonder if they do it to Pans? Probably not. She's too tough for them. She'd probably hex them. I wonder if we all went on a fucking rampage-" Tracey stopped. She'd just cursed in front of a witch she hardly knew. Her face flushed a bit. "Yes, Hannah. I think Blaise has a reason to be pleased with this little visit. It seems we're off to be great friends. I never curse in front of random people who will never mean anything to me." Now really, this girl was all sugary light. She could tell why Blaise liked her so much. She was different from the women he usually saw. The question was, why did this little bubble of sunshiny amusement want to spend time with her sometimes wicked best friend.

"It's quite all right. Draco drops much worse. And in front of his mother." Hannah giggled. "Though she's very handy with a soap to the mouth spell. I'd... I'd like for us to be friends." Despite Ernie. "Blaise thinks very highly of you, and I know I wouldn't last another day with him if his friends didn't like me. I'll... I'll admit I'm jealous of you. You know Blaise so well, and I'm trying to learn. He puzzles me so, and my only source of any sort of explanation so far has been Draco. I'm sure you're aware how good at explaining properly he is not. But no worries. I'll not tell anyone you swore in front of me. I'll insist you were perfectly decadent and ladylike all through lunch, the epitome of decorum."

"They'll never believe you, but thank you for the lie." She took a quick bite and then looked sharply at her new friend, "There isn't any reason to be jealous, Hannah. We know each other well because we're a family. I'm sure Draco's explained it, but that's just how we see each other. Do you have any brothers or sisters? Imagine living with them and knowing all their secrets and knowing what kind of family life they had. Knowing that though we're all different, we can all relate to one another. You start to even think like each other. There are some really good things about it, but there are also some bad things, like the difficulty making friends who didn't grow up with us. Or the inability to date someone because your 'brothers' don't think they're good enough for you."

Hannah let out a very unladylike snort, thinking instantly of Ernie. "I can totally relate to that. My dearest friends since Hogwarts are Ernie Macmillan and Justin Finch-Fletchley. I never needed brothers with those two about, and they can be so overbearing. Just Friday, Ernie got all in a fuss about my being friends with Draco and being Blaise's girlfriend. He's so overprotective. He doesn't see what I've been though. He thinks Blaise is using me for sex, and Draco's evil. I was so upset. Certainly, Draco can be a jerk, and yes, Blaise has slept with his share of girls, but that is not all who they are. My goodness, Blaise hasn't even... ahem..." Hannah laughed nervously. Tracey might not want to know that part of it. "There's more. There's always more with people. You just have to be willing to look. Ernie's just never willing to scratch the surface of anything. Harry doesn't like it either, but at least he doesn't think I've gone mental."

Tracey choked on her Scotch. "You and Blaise haven't... yeah. Let's not talk about that. As much as I can appreciate him being fit and all, if I can't tell him about shagging on Theo's desk at the Hospital, then I don't need to hear about his sordid sex life, or lack thereof. Though I hope you've at least kissed him, please tell me you have. I've only kissed two blokes, but even before he became the Casanova he is now, he was very good at it."

Hannah blushed. "Yes, I've a least kissed him." And in a few interesting places, Hannah added in her head thinking on last night. "He's still does that quite well."

Their giggling was interrupted for a moment by the arrival of their food, but the conversation continued to be informative and pleasant.

{SUMMARY} Tracey and Hannah have lunch. No one dies or cries.