It had been another busy night during Happy Hour, though it had tapered off toward the end of the night. He'd finally left Aberforth behind the bar so he could go into the back to get a few more bottles of things they'd run low on when he heard someone arrive from the Floo Network.

Less than a minute later he was chasing a goat through the pub. The goat was bleating madly and carrying Harry's shirt in its mouth. Its backside was green.

"Come back here or I'll make you into tomorrow night's supper!" Harry bellowed, shirtless, his wand pointed at the goat as he chased it out the door, slamming it shut afterwards. He cleared his throat when he noticed Ginny and made his way back behind the bar. Aberforth grumbled something about Harry needing to 'get some sun' before tottering off to go find his goat.

Trying to ignore the fact that he was still shirtless and slightly cold, Harry raised an eyebrow at Ginny as she called him 'Sir'. He smirked and then turned away intentionally, tidying up around the till. He was willing to take part in her game.