Leaning back, Nemo rested a hip against the workbench, still watching her closely. She got so absorbed in things, so wholly and completely he was pretty sure she never noticed his lingering gazes, which was for the better. If she ever caught on to how he felt about her, he had no idea what would happen. They were in a good spot, a status quo that worked for them, no need to rock the boat, not when she was still feeling the effects of her father's death and her mother's new beau. No, Nemo was quite content to be her silent support in the background, however she needed.

"I guess, they confiscated it after it had been charmed to fly off the perch and it wound up in a muggle family home. It wasn't particularly bad, nothing malicious which is unusual, nobody attacked or anything." That was rare in cases of confiscated muggle artifacts."Except that it happened during a dinner party, which meant a lot of memory modifications." Perhaps the department had simply thought removing the clock altogether was for the better. Shame, it really was quite beautiful. "I agree, so I thought you might like it." It wasn't an ordinary clock after all, those he knew she could probably take apart and put together in her sleep.