Clara had been holding the match that Lucius had handed off to her, examining it rather bemusedly when Rebecca spoke up. She thought Rebecca looked fairly ridiculous, wrapped up in that coat, but grudgingly conceded that her idea wasn't half bad.
"But then they'd catch fire while we were still holding them," Clara pointed out. Surely muggles wouldn't create fire starters that would burn their own hands, that was just common sense.
Turning the match over in her hands, Clara looked closer at the red end and tried to ignore the audience that was forming. She felt like rather an idiot and there were people watching. "It seems logical that since one end is different it's supposed to actually do something. I think Lucius is right; we should put them in the fireplace."