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22nd March, 1894 — Noble’s Workshop, Bartonburg
“I’m sorry!” Jemima exclaimed, as she ducked in through the workshop door at the bottom of the garden – because she hadn’t meant to spring her presence on Ford’s brother in the middle of the day whilst he was working, not at all. (She had never meant to spring her presence on any of his family to begin with, but – that was hard to avoid entirely, being left in a house with them every day of the week.) Jemima lowered her voice a little, uncertain. “There’s just a ghost in the garden, and I –” she trailed off anxiously.

She hadn’t wanted him to see her in the garden in case it meant she ended up roped into an awkward conversation with him, was the truth. This one had been at the wedding, so he must know Ford. But she was not even altogether at ease with Ford’s family yet, let alone his... ghost friends. So. Hiding was not very mature, but it seemed like the slightly less painful option. In an honest plea, she added: “Do you mind if I stay here for a minute?”

Jemima hadn’t seen the interior of the workshop where Ford’s brother – Noble – worked for more than a brief look in, anyway. So he didn’t even have to talk to her, really; she could just loiter quietly in the corner and look around and cross her fingers that the ghost drifted away out of the Greengrass garden again. She wouldn’t be a nuisance.
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#2
Noble was brewing an illegal abortion potion; he startled at the intrusion of Ford's wife, and blinked at her. He had an instinct to kick her out. But that would only be weirder, and might beg more questions, and despite his territorial instinct — he could emphasize with staying away from one of Ford's pet ghosts.

"Barnaby Wye?" Noble asked, with a sympathetic grimace. He dropped a sprig into the potion and gave it two counter-clockwise stirs. "You're welcome to stay in here, he's — the way that he is." If he was going to let Jemima Farley be in here, he ought to keep up a conversation going with her — he could distract her until Wye was gone so that she wouldn't notice anything odd about the potion he was finishing.



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Jemima nodded furiously, though in truth she wasn’t sure – she had not considered Ford’s ghost friends a particular priority in the uphill battle of getting-to-know-her-husband, and she was now possibly deciding this a mistake. Still, getting to know his brother had to be a more comfortable task, so – she smiled gratefully, and glanced around the workshop, moving to hover somewhere she thought most out of his way without seeming like she was lurking in a corner.

“Thank you,” she added, squinting at some of his ingredient stores and then over at his cauldron. She had only taken Potions until OWLs, so she didn’t have much of a head for actual potion-making, but genuine curiosity was easy enough to muster. “What are you working on today?”




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