Gus turned to see Mason out of the corner of his eye, and he couldn’t help but grin at him. “Wait until you see his face, Mason. You’ll understand why I can’t ever say no to him.” Phil had the sweetest face and his eyes were so large that whenever he turned them on the redhead he just couldn’t say no. Or reprimand him. It was quite terrible, and Gus was well aware if he didn’t train him now as a baby, he’d be a true terror as an adult. The last thing he wanted was for Eugene to think he was an awful niffler parent and regret ever offering to give him one.

“I have an entire drawer full of things that I don’t know who they belong to.” Gus laughed. “I probably should have everyone who’s missing something swing by my office to root through it at some point.” Though that sounded like a lot of work. “Can we look after this? I think I have a few pairs, actually. One is a set that has a raven on it, so I’m going to assume those aren’t yours.” He flicked his gaze back toward Phil who had managed to unscrew it.

The candelabra began to fall sideway before he could summon Phil into his hands.

Sighing quietly, Gus pulled out his wand to cast immobulus before the rest of the candles could hit the floor. Phil was frozen too, clutching the screw he’d worked so hard to get. “I swear I’m going to burn down Hogwarts yet.”

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