Practice was over and Miles had showered and changed, now it was time for dinner. He usually didn't stop by the Leaky so early in the day, but he was craving a greasy and completely unhealthy meal. Seeing a woman about to enter with a child pressed to her shoulder, he jumped ahead of her and opened the door.
And then did a double-take. No bloody way.
Wondering if that bludger he'd accidentally taken to the head had done more damage than he'd thought, he continued to stare at her, following her to the bar.
It was impossible, the sight before his eyes. Bellatrix Lestrange carrying a child? Blinking a few times, he realised he was being incredibly rude, and that there was no way he was looking at a dead woman, but that didn't explain anything either. He felt his heart racing and he had to tell himself to calm down, his current imagine scenario was all but impossible.
"Uh, sorry. I'm terribly sorry," he said, then shook himself from his stupor. "My apologies, you looked like someone I didn't expect to see..."