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Dear Mr Dolohov,

The first day I wore my fine new robes you so skillfully tailored for me, I caught them on the edge of a sharp corner and tore a hole right in the seams. It was unforgivably clumsy of me.

I have enclosed them here for your equally skillful mending, payment for the work and for your trouble, and my sincerest apologies.

Regards,
A.R.

Enclosed: A set of slightly tattered robes. In the inner pocket is a scrap of paper with complex indecipherable formulas scrawled all over it, but charmed to Antonin's unique magical signature -- upon contact by the intended recipient, the formulas dissolve into ink script that thus reveals: