"I think you would tease about jeans," she said solemnly before she tossed them onto her bed and started to shove everything she'd pulled out of her closet back into her closet.
Someday, eventually, she'd have to actually have a go at cleaning it out and sorting through the things that didn't fit anymore, but ... that was not today.
No, today was going to be finding a nice outfit that was still quidditch appropriate. It might involve a shopping trip, and she wondered if she could con Albus into taking her out somewhere.
She doubted it though.
Shrugging to her thoughts, she smiled to her father. "Should I have another terrifying crisis, rest assured you'll be the first one I call," she promised him before her smile shifted into a grin.