"Bloody buggering hell," Xiomara breathed under her breath as she slowly put her wand away and sat down again. She'd come in to the Three Broomsticks for a quiet drink and ended up witnessing... something. Certainly it had seemed to involve a lot of Miles Bletchley bellowing like a wounded bull, scaring the blue blazes out of Rosie and throwing a punch at a young man she'd recognised as Seamus Finnigan. She'd leapt to her feet and pulled out her wand at the punch but it had then all fizzled out so quickly that she hadn't had time to do anything more.
Just what in the nine hells had Bletchley been bellowing about? Rosie was hardly ignorant of the dangers that they were all in and that made Bletchley's follow up comment sound a hell of a lot like a threat. Certainly his parting shot - 'Just watch yourself' - had definitely sounded like a threat.
She watched as Rosie helped Finnigan out the back and hoped that Rosie would take extra precautions. Bletchley was an idiot and therefore doubly dangerous since he wouldn't think anything through before acting. Perhaps she should tell Minerva? Though she really didn't have much to tell.
She settled back into her seat, noticing that everyone else in the pub seemed to be calming down from the ugly incident as well. She'd do what little she could to keep an eye on Bletchley and maybe wander down to the dungeons and have a little chat with Severus. He knew more about the Death Eaters than anyone else around here, maybe he could judge better how much a danger Bletchley really was.