"One too many hexes to the head? Knocked in the head by a hippogriff? I'm sure you can think of something fun and original if you need to create a story," he said with a bit of a laugh. He backed away from the paper when Fletcher began swatting at his heads. "Hey, I think I was doing a pretty decent job. The paper is hardly wrinkled," he pointed out.
Then he narrowed his eyes. "Really? It looks that bad. She said she got her house elf to knit it..." He casually mentioned before giving a light shrug. "May I borrow a suit then? Or is mine still around from when I left it here by accident? That'd be more ideal."