"Never had a pair that didn't." Of course that might be because Aunt Gertrude always ordered his for him and she was fond of the poor vicar look -- all black with a high collar that dug into his chin whenever he breathed.
Greg nodded slowly. He could understand getting stir-crazy and doubted that she'd want to do the kinds of things that he did to fill the time. She didn't look like the manual labor type for sake of it. "Stone Keep isn't supposed to be a prison. You can't have your wand, but you can come and go and whatever. Er, if you find a job or something, I can see about getting you a two way portkey maybe." It actually did make him feel better that she wanted to work. He came from a people that valued working and a society wife would be entirely out of place at the Keep.
"Probably," he said with a shrug. "For a while. See, she was born here and has never left and we don't get many visitors. It'll taper off once she gets used to you." He guessed, any way. Aunt Gertrude was not easy to predict when she got a bee in her bonnet and her mouth had been suspiciously thin when he'd told her about the AMP and his part in it. He suspected that she didn't approve of not being able to vet his fiancee herself.