Laughing quietly, Gus nodded his head. “He has a pension for pocket watches, so I’m sure you’ll be seeing me a lot. Although, I might buy him his own while I’m here and keep on me to serve as a distraction.” It was a thought, and Phil would probably love to have his own that wasn’t constantly taken away from him. After they figured out who it belonged to he’d have a look around and see which one the niffler was most attracted to – it would be money well spent.

His gaze flitted around before it landed in Ian, and he couldn’t help but shrug at him. “Phil’s only been taking Professor Foxwood’s pocket watch until now. And I’m not sure who this one belongs to.” He pulled the watch out from his pocket while simultaneously pushing the niffler back into inside, so he couldn't get any bright ideas of trying to touch everything and anything. (How he was going to manage this when he was too big to fit was beyond Gus, but that was a problem for later.) “I was hoping you’d be able to help me? I don’t see any marking, but I’m not an expert, obviously.” Then he held it out to Ian and offered him a sheepish grin.

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