Jack couldn't help but stand like a statue in the midst of the flowerbed, involuntarily wincing as each puff made contact with him. His dark suit now a patch work of pinks, blues, purples yellows and pale greens. He looked like a child's drawing of a man in a suit.
'I shall have to watch myself' Jack said, his face suddenly stern, 'Or Mister Lytton will be copying our style.' he dissolved into laughter, before noticing she was laughing at his misfortune. 'Hey!' he exclaimed 'This is all your fault! you and your ball!' he accused teasingly. 'Not content to accost me at croquet!' he laughed, 'And is Mrs. Rosier has me thrown out for vagrancy I shall tell her who to blame!' With Quidditch quick reflexes he turned one of the flower heads just as it drew 'breath' to spit another puff and aimed it at her.
'I shall have to watch myself' Jack said, his face suddenly stern, 'Or Mister Lytton will be copying our style.' he dissolved into laughter, before noticing she was laughing at his misfortune. 'Hey!' he exclaimed 'This is all your fault! you and your ball!' he accused teasingly. 'Not content to accost me at croquet!' he laughed, 'And is Mrs. Rosier has me thrown out for vagrancy I shall tell her who to blame!' With Quidditch quick reflexes he turned one of the flower heads just as it drew 'breath' to spit another puff and aimed it at her.