"Mr. Weasley is here?" Scorpius frowned. "My father is here? Why is my father here?" His father was not one for pranks and would definitely not go along. Mr. Weasley might, though.
"Oh darling, it's not vanity, but a girl needs to look her best," he said, winking at her. "We? Why are you growing your food?" Maybe he wasn't confused. Maybe she wasn't making sense. "Are you all right?"
Scorpius scrunched his nose. "That doesn't match the outfit. Besides the cold and wind damage your skin just as much." He wasn't sure that he should leave her alone, since she was clearly not feeling well but he didn't want to stay outside. "Well, it was nice meeting you." He'd just go to the castle and figure this out with his father.