"I was totally joking about that," she argued, cheeks tinging pink again. "And if it's my birthday, I don't think you have the right to make demands of what I wear!"
Penelope was again saved by the marvel of sensible shoes; in heels she would have tipped over and sent them both sprawling. As it was, she only staggered to the side before being able to stop. "I think you meant to do that," she teased. "You don't need to make an excuse." She raised her eyebrows in a suggestive manner as they continued to make their way to the tent, more and more wizarding folk Apparating around them.