NOTE LEFT FOR REMUS AT HIS PLACE OF BUSINESS, TAPED TO HIS LOCKER.
Remus!
Mate, that number you gave me didn't work! Slip of the pen, no doubt. No matter, I have spies all over the greater Bradford-Upon-Leeds area and have tracked your place of business! Your boss is a rather sour bastard, isn't he? He wont tell me where you live.
Come round to MT Pockets tonight for a piss-up. Frank The Barkeep has promised free shorts if I promise to limit the inevitable embarrassment to my own person. If I don't see you tonight, I suppose I can just come 'round again tomorrow when you're likely to be in and wait. I don't know that I trust this bloke who shares your locker to give you this note. He's got a funny look about him; I'm sure you understand.
With Fondness,
James Potter
P/S: Please let me know if I can pay for the dry cleaning of your shirt, eh? I am usually not so clumsy with my fruity drinks! Additionally, I am sorry I tried to lick the stain out.