I wasn't sure how else to get this to you save another awkward meeting, but here it is nonetheless. Inside the shrunken pouch is 750 galleons. I read in your journal that you paid for both of our fines. While I do appreciate it, and my dad sends his gratitude as well, I can't accept you paying for both of ours. We're in this together at the moment. I know that 750 is only half, but it was all that my dad and I could manage to scrape together right now. When the end of the month gets here in a few days and we both are paid, we'll send more to you.