Noble had forgotten the date, and then remembered - it was only as he jotted down notes on the latest shipment to Hogsmeade Hospital, locked in his bedroom, that he noticed. December 5th, 1890 - and as soon as he wrote it down in full, he remembered. A batch of healing potions went to the hospital on the fourth of every month, and he started prep for the next month's on the fifth. He had just started chopping ingredients when he got the owl about father last year.
In that case, he was not going to be able to lock himself in his workshop this afternoon. He could start prep on the sixth. He was going to have to be social with his family today; probably he owed them that much.
He steeled himself as he left his bedroom, locked the door behind him - there was such limited free space in this house that Noble ha embraced an absolutely not level of privacy-protection - and walked down the hallway, already hearing their voices. As soon as he stepped in, he sort of regretted it, but moved to pour himself a drink.
"Teasing Ford, now, are we?" Noble asked, tilting his head at the sentence of Verity's he caught.
In that case, he was not going to be able to lock himself in his workshop this afternoon. He could start prep on the sixth. He was going to have to be social with his family today; probably he owed them that much.
He steeled himself as he left his bedroom, locked the door behind him - there was such limited free space in this house that Noble ha embraced an absolutely not level of privacy-protection - and walked down the hallway, already hearing their voices. As soon as he stepped in, he sort of regretted it, but moved to pour himself a drink.
"Teasing Ford, now, are we?" Noble asked, tilting his head at the sentence of Verity's he caught.