Fletcher almost laughed as he looked him over. "You really are a sad, sad creature," he commented. "How am I supposed to explain you to anyone?" He shook his head, swatting his hands away from the wrapping paper. "Did no one teach you how to wrap presents as a young child?"
He glanced over Tiberius' outfit and did his best not to wince. It wasn't that he thought it was a horrible look for Tiberius personally. It wasn't. It had something very...Tiberius about it, but it was certainly nothing that Fletcher would catch himself dead in. Not even if Mother had lovingly knitted it. Warmth was to be appreciated, yes, but so were warming charms. Did the boy forget he was a wizard?
"And I am afraid a baby dressed you. I know your sister loves you dearly, and you may feel free to look sad and destitute around myself and I doubt Pansy would be too harsh on you for it...but really, Buttercup." He finished wrapping the present and looked at him. "Well, if you want to impress anyone, you might at least want it not to be quite as oversized on you..." He moved to kiss his cheek in a show of friendly affection. "If you were not so adorable, I should be far more concerned with this...sweater."