Fletcher chuckled. "I am sure I shall find a way," he cooed softly, a fond sort of smile working its way across his face. "You were doing just fine, but you were taking so long."
He took his outfit in, arching an eyebrow for a moment. "Don't get me wrong, my love, it is perfectly endearing and it has something to it that is altogether you...and I adore you, but it isn't quite perfect. Which is hardly your fault, or the house elf's." He moved to the hallway closet, bringing out the suit and hanging it on one of the coat hooks. "Here is your dear suit. I have been taking good care of it."