Welsh pixies being slightly less bothersome than Cornish, the idea of a cherry grove did sound nice. Hannah’s own campaign to grow a vegetable garden on the roof of the Leaky had finally started to win over Tom, and in the coming months she had plans to build beds, plant seeds, and generally harass Neville for advice whenever he wasn’t dedicated to the growth of wand woods. “It does sound nice,” she smiled, turning her arm to hold Neville’s hand. “Have you heard from Ollivander about any other requests?” she asked, curious to know if Neville’s handiwork was going to become a commodity as widely valued as she knew it to be.