Cass had been feeling off the entire day - actually he'd been feeling off since yesterday, and he just knew it was all those ruddy attacks that did it.
Two people down in flu, a freakishly high number of sudden attacks and all of a sudden he found himself working extra shifts and being tired. Fucking hell he hated not sleeping.
Still, this was Miles' opening night - and being tired and having a slight cough was not going to keep him from going. Especially not since he suspected that they all needed to keep an eye on the pub from now on. There was no way they could leave a pub run by a Death Eater (even if this particular Death Eater was a friend) to stay open without some level of control. Merlin's hell, even when he wasn't working he seemed to be. Percy was rubbing off on him, that much was sure.
Pulling on the robes Percy had got him for Christmas, he looked at himself in the mirror, charming his hair in place before heading downstairs to get his cloak. He and Susan was going together, and so he knocked on her door to pick her up.