The corner's of Noble's mouth quirked up in a smile; he hadn't tried Draught of Peace to deal with his family — (he had rather soured on the potion after that thing with Mr. Reuben Crouch) — but it was a funny comment.

"That's nice," Noble said; really what he meant was that it was nice that Miss Hunniford had the option of spending time apart from her family. He walked at a slower pace for the short steps to the workshop. "And no worries about the workshop; it's hard to see from the street." He opened the door and left it propped, keeping propriety in mind.

"It's bigger on the inside," Noble said — a small expansion charm gave him the room he needed to work without taking over more of the garden.