A package arrives just before noon, wrapped in navy paper and redolent of gillyweed: the infamous black lace shirt. There is a little cream envelope secured amongst the twine. It contains a short note carefully written in Slytherin green ink.
To: Cepheus G. 312C South Side Diagon Alley.
From: Virgil C. 107B South Side Diagon Alley.
Cepheus,
I didn't mean to nick your shirt, sorry. And I'm sorry abo
Friday before last wasn't my best. Would you like to have coffee or something like that, one of these days? I understand if you’d rather not. Say hello to Claude for me.
V