Jasper managed to look sheepish for a moment. 'Sorry.' He crunched his toffee as James spoke and almost choked at one sentence. 'Wait, how come you know about me and Oliver? I didn't tell you... Oh, you read the Quibbler?' He fidgeted slightly, wondering if he should admit to James that it wasn't just a meaningless shag and he actually was seeing Oliver properly now.
'Its a dress. I look like a drag act or something. I prefer trousers, but that's just me.' He stuck his tongue out at the younger man, acting oh so grown up and well behaved. 'Come and stay at the farm.' It was a simple enough solution to him. His mother was a healer after all.