[It is kind of ironic - the Muggle preferring wizard clothes and the pureblood preferring Muggle clothing, and since he began hanging out with Jack he had a lot more access to it. Unlike some other people (coughhiscousincough), he didn't see any shame in embracing another culture. It made him feel a lot more comfortable in any case.

He ducks his head out from under Jack's hand at the hair ruffle, tying the braid off with a hair tie he kept on his person. Who knew? Maybe some day he'd let those fingers run themselves through his hair and tie the braid for him.]

Well you're the one that picked them out for me, I should hope so. [He smiles at the notion that Jack set up a surprise, before reaching to grab his broom from where it's resting, shouldering it.] If it's supposed to be entered by flying, then it's supposed to be entered by flying. C'mon, then.