"Don't tell her that," Danny grumbled at Jeremy as he turned back to his younger sister. "No, I don't Molly. Jeremy's just joking." He took a step forward but his shorts crunched with the effort and he could tell by the curious look on Molly's face that she had noticed. "Are your pants.. crunchy, Danny?" she asked, taking a few small steps closer and to Danny's horror reaching one of her small hands out to touch them. "No! No they're not!" he said, his voice too loud for the situation and he saw Molly flinch back with confusion on her face.
"Look, why don't you just go find Maisey and Mark?" Danny suggested. "I'll find you in a little bit," he said to get her to get going. With his luck, he'd be able to find some normal clothing before the train came to a complete stop at King's Cross. Before he had to face his mother in a crop top and a seat cushion for underwear. "Okay, but I'm telling Mum," Molly said before she flounced away back down the corridor. Danny put his head in his hands and then a second later he was glaring at his friend. "You're an idiot, you know that?" he threw at him.
He collapsed on the seat across from the redhead, his shorts crunching and crumbling even more. Danny picked up the wand that was next to him and twirled it between his fingers. An idea popped into his mind and he slid his gaze slowly to Jeremy. "How do you feel about exacting some revenge?" he suggested lowly, that look of trouble in his eyes that was so characteristically Danny. "We at least have to get our wands back," he added. "And maybe some of our dignity."