(Harry: Commence the dress parade.)

You examine a few CRAVAT CARCASES and SCARF SHREDS, mourning their rumpled remains. They are basically unsalvageable, unmendable, unforgivably mangled and- ...actually, upon closer inspection, most of them are totally fine. Thank god. You were about to send some REALLY MELODRAMATIC TEXTS. You begin methodically cycling through neckwear, looking for the perfect accent piece. Unfortunately, nothing seems to be doing it for you. Hm, maybe it's the SATCHEL weighing down the look.