"Pictures?" Scarlett asked, eyes wide with something alarm to fear. Pictures meant crayons or paint and neither went at all well with silk. "I don't suppose he will seeing as it's raining. Besides, the horses could get ill and we wouldn't want that, would we?"
When Liam said he could set things on fire, Lettie wondered how on earth Miles had forgotten to mention that ever so minor detail. Brilliant, she was looking after some kind of pyromaniac. "How about we set nothing on fire, hmmm? Smoke smells ever so bad and I dare say your daddy would get cross."
When he looked at her notebook and moved towards her, she shut the notebook and gave him a smile. "Now you know that I have a bit of a bad memory. I have to write things down so I won't forget them, sort of like a diary or when you have to write down what you did on holiday for the teacher. So we can't draw in my notebook."
The unless you want to be hexed wasn't voiced.
She stood up, seeing she'd get no peace. "Come on, let's go and find some paper and paints but I must get changed. Do you know if your dad has a Muggle shirt I can borrow?"
Like hell was she ruining her own clothes playing with a five year old.