[Phil shrugs off his own jacket in the meanwhile, cursing under his breath as he struggles on the wings. He hated them so much. They were so bulky and were completely useless, not to mention their small size made him look more silly than graceful.

When he finally pulls off his own jacket he notices Harry struggling with his blazer. He guesses it would be really dickish to leave him hanging, huh.]

Here, lemme try.

[He goes to remove Harry's blazer, struggling slightly.]

God I know I follow the fog but you'd think she'd make us clothes or some shit that are easy to get in an out of.