He shrugged. "My Great-Uncle taught me some. Learned more by just trying." Greg glanced over at her. "I've got the touch for working wood." His words were a simple acknowledgement of skill rather than an attempt at bragging.
Greg summoned several flat nails to his hand and tapped them into place in the corners to secure the parts together permanently. "It puts food on the table and keeps the creditors away," he added unapologetically. It was after all the truth that he was working for a living rather than living off the accumulation of ages. His father had seen to that fate for his children when he was caught as a Death Eater. Unlike the Malfoys who had the funds to buy the protection they needed from the Ministry and those who managed to hide their allegiances after the war ended, Gregory didn't have the means or ability to protect his family holdings.