He wasn't sure quite what to make of her offer. He knew it was genuine, but would he really want to inflict his inability to decide about what to put in on her. Or explain why one or two of the less good pieces really had to be in there because of what they meant to him. But the thing is he had a feeling it might just help somewhat.
"I don't know, I think maybe it would, but I'm not sure you'd put up with it for very long," he said, frowning. He also wasn't sure exactly when he'd have the time to do this before Friday, unless it was now, and that wouldn't work because he had a shop to look after and his work was in Hogsemeade. And there was the annoying tendency of pretty much everyone to all of his art was amazing, when it clearly wasn't.