September, 1892 — Diagon Alley
@'Daffodil Potts'

Rolling up his sleeves was at least a little unnecessary thanks to magic but it was something Jack did instinctively.  He was there to work so the sleeves went up.  He tucked in the final turn and crossed his arms over his chest, surveying their project with skepticism.

"So, just here then?" he asked, waving his hands in the vaguest shape possible.  He could think of so many people to call on to build a greenhouse before calling him.  Namely anyone.  But it wasn’t lost on him that she had asked for help only a few months after basically asking him to marry her in a few years.  So how could he not take it extremely seriously?

He raised his wand, the picture of concentration but dropped it again without casting anything.  She wasn't one to be put off an idea once she dug in but that didn’t mean he felt good about this plan of hers.

"Tell me again why you're moving to London?"

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