Seamus shook his head. "No. He was really upset, and I put myself in between the two of them. Standard reaction when you're really pissed off and someone gets in your way. In a pub, at least."
He sighed when she asked him the name of the man who punched him, casting his eyes to the side. "Miles Bletchley."
Seamus left the room willingly, needing to get away from the smell of blood. He was actually rather surprised that he hadn't noticed the smell when he'd first come into the room. He took her into Rosie's downstairs office and pointed to the desk.
"Personal information is in there. Dunno how to get into it at all, though."
When she asked if he was going to be okay, he choked up a bit, and looked over to the main entrance of the pub.
"I need to make a sign. Tell people we're closed. What should I write? 'Closed until further notice'?" He looked over at her again, pulling in a deep breath as he struggled to keep tears down.
"'Closed until further notice' sounds pretty good to me," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. He turned away from her and grabbed a piece of parchment and a quill from Rosie's desk, writing out the sign before grabbing some spellotape to stick it to the door.