Miles was surprised when the elf appeared at the Manor, as he'd just helped Daphne with putting the boys to bed. He was glad Daphne didn't see it, as it was one of the Greengrass family elves. He was sure that would only upset her more.
He understood only too well the muggles who had a fascination for all things ancient and wizarding. They often scoured the Cornish coast looking for the ruins of Tintagel. If only they knew it still stood, hidden, just like Hogwarts under a Muggle repelling spell. If they let them overrun that site, well, then it would end up just like Stonehenge.
The magical ley lines of England ran under Stonehenge, from Tintagel, and straight under Bletchley Manor. Merlin knew what would happen if they were to allow these Muggles to overrun such a place. They could very well end up wanting to traipse all over his own lands, which he was not prepared to let happen.
Miles thought about it - it wasn't a direct order, it was more of a solid request. But if he didn't show, it was likely Lestrange could take retaliation against his in-laws and he wasn't about to let that happen.
Sighing, he realised he'd have to go. Now all he had to do was tell Daphne, who was sure to not like this. At least it wouldn't affect the pub, and for once, just once, he hoped he'd come home with nothing more than a scratch. He owed that much to his wife, and his unborn daughter.