Harry had to agree. They were beautiful, all of them, but would clearly need a bit of taking in, some hemming and then they would be prefect. But he could hardly think that they would suit anyone but Nell. They'd certainly need more storage for these, they couldn't be kept folded, not unless the boys didn't mind having creased costumes... but then again, some of them were far far too beautiful to simply be costumes.
He took the letter, smiling at the boy, "Dear Nell, As promised I have sent these trunks for you and the other boys to incorporate into the theatres wardrobe." He read, "There are three on top, she writes," He said, a hint of amusement in his voice, "tied with a purple ribbon on the cuff that I held back for you as I hoped you would like them yourself. If you do not, I take no offence should you choose to include them with all the others to share. I hope to see you soon, yours fondly, Miss Constance Mosley." He said, folding the sheet of paper again, handing it back, "She's been very kind, Nell. You should write and thank her. I'll help."