His eyes lit up with delight. It was a rarity to have a odd hobby in common with anyone, but he figured he always was rather, sort of, kinda, lucky. "Anything mechanical in nature. You know, moving parts. So things with gears, pulleys, cogs, levers, sockets, ratchets. Simple or complex, so long as it works better than it did before or becomes something unexpected," he explained almost wistfully. Here it didn't have much purpose, although he supposed it could in time. "It's a skill people are willing to pay well for in truth. It helped me accrue some funds quickly when I left school. Could be anything really, from doorknobs, locks, trinket boxes, locks, toys, clocks. It's funny really what people will pay to have some small convenience, or protect something of value. Or that they perceive as having intrinsic value."
Theodore tilted his head to the side, glancing up with a grin of his own. "I'd think now most of all I'd know if you were," he said wryly. "I'd be open to that," he said with a small chuckle. "Seeing what you've made," he added after a small playful pause.
While he didn't consider himself to be obsessed with the war, he couldn't deny that having lived through that time shaped parts of his personality and came his own baggage. He imagined the same could be said of anyone from his school years, regardless of house. If a person was a culmination of their experiences, the journey from point A to B mattered. "Those wrinkles are wisdom and the result of many a back in my day, stories," he mockingly chided.
Maybe it was having put his own hands to help with the work on it, or the exuberance he felt at having had a wand again. Whatever it was he felt confident in his wands connection to himself. "Alright." He said looking about for something to levitate. The room was filled with all sorts of odds and ends, the choice though was easy enough. Leaning back over the countertop where he had scrawled his name in the saw dust he pushed a mound of the soft fine particles into a little pile. His wand he passed over it in a circular motion, as if stirring it upward into action. "Locomotor, saw dust" he said and watched the particles rise and swirl around in a miniature cyclone before raising his wand to cast the mass upward. He let it linger a few moments, before letting his wand fall to his side, dismissing the charm. He let the saw dust fall as it wished, settling back down on the countertop.