This was idiocy. Madness. Fuck that, it was just something he shouldn't be doing. But... yarn. Things he hadn't made himself, and a chance to show off (even if no one knew it was him showing off) the shite he had done.
He was in the library when the elf notified him that Miss Bulstrode had arrived. He sent the elf off with a sharp reminder to bring all the yarn that he'd laid aside in the solarium (three large baskets full, one for each elf to carry). He grabbed two books (one on dying, and one on patterns that he'd ended up hating) and fixed a habitual scowl onto his face and stalked down to the sitting room.
He arrived just as the first elf popped in with a basket, followed quickly by the other two. "M'mum got called out. Said you can still look through shits. I can trade for her."