With the cousins in the house, running a business out of here was becoming sort of annoying — whenever he had clients coming, especially new clients, Noble felt as if he had to stalk the front door so that no one could interfere with his professional image. He'd been loitering in the parlor for that reason; he opened the front door a little over-quickly, when he heard her knock.

"Miss Hunniford," Noble said, with a polite smile. She looked around his age, although he didn't remember how much they had overlapped at Hogwarts — she probably had not been a Gryffindor. Her hair was pretty. "They're ready — will you follow me to my workshop?"