Miles felt even more guilty as he saw the terribly pleased and happy look on his friend's face as he came through the door.
"Sure, I'll give you a free lesson on potions. Charms too, if that's what you're looking for." He couldn't resist the jibe. But his laugh was genuine at the next words as he nodded. "Or perhaps I'm thinking about planning a whole Quidditch team. Can't let bloody Montague breed a whole team without some stiff competition to put them in their place."
It was testament to the fact he knew what was coming that he didn't protest any of his friends jests, as he poured him a glass of Ogden's old finest, sliding it across his desk as he handed over the box of cigars.
"So, ahh, how's work?" he asked, somewhat casually. "Heard about that attack near Hogsmeade - there was talk about it the other day in the pub." He shook his head and wrinkled his nose. It didn't matter who he supported, he didn't like the thought of werewolves at the best of times.