In the six months since he’d begun working here part-time, he’d done a full catalogue of Lucy’s inventory, balanced her books, learned how to use e-mail, Confunded his way into owning a Muggle bank account to receive his paycheques (he couldn’t imagine depositing them into his Gringotts account: those two streams did not need to cross, thank you very much), and discovered within himself a deeply embarrassing love for embroidery.