"A list?" Ford asked, raising an eyebrow. As someone who quite enjoyed being able to cross things off of lists (the finality and cleanness of it was appealing in a way life was often not), he could certainly see the appeal. A nice, long list could serve as a sort of action plan for them in the coming months. They could invite one gentlemen a week and remove them from the rotation once it became obvious they were not well suited for this particular task ( — ugh! task — he hated to make his sisters' happiness seem a burden but — well, at least the process was rather burdensome, and he couldn't help those sorts of words intruding on his thoughts). But would that be too transparent? And, would it involve burning out all of their friends long before they'd seen the girls married?

"I see what you mean, but... Goodness, what if someone saw it?" Ford asked, dismayed by the very idea. "They'd figure us out at once." Us was perhaps the wrong word here; this wasn't actually Noble's job and they were both very much aware of it. He'd done more than enough in helping smooth things over through the move to Hogsmeade.