IX. Giggled
Tracey wished that she didn't have to share a dormitory. She had never had to share a room before, being the only girl among her rowdy, annoying older brothers, and being stuck in a room with four other girls was not the most pleasant experience.
Millicent Bulstrode was ok, as she was rather boyish anyway, and her fondness for the Tutshell Tornadoes rather reminded Tracey of her oldest brother. Millicent she could put up with. Millicent she could almost say she liked. And Millicent had a cat – nobody bad ever had a pet cat.
Daphne Greengrass, Lilith Moon and Pansy Parkinson, however, were another story entirely. They were all annoying – so annoying, in fact, that sometimes Tracey found herself wondering whether they were all really the same person, just with different coloured hair. She had a theory that if they all dyed their hair blonde like Daphne's (or ginger like Lilith's or black like Pansy's) they'd all look exactly the same. The clone-like element wasn't the worst thing though; what Tracey couldn't stand was the giggling. The three girls would sit up all night, reading Witch Weekly and giggling, as though they were having a sleepover to which she and Millicent weren't invited.
Sometimes Tracey honestly considered moving into the boys' dormitory instead. Draco might have been a prat, Vincent and Gregory idiots, Blaise a ponce and Theodore just generally cold, but she could put up with that. At least the boys didn't giggle.
