"Going and gone, ta," Michael said shortly, a topic that clearly required that he polish off the beer he was holding and then to steal the rest of Harold's. "Why you been left in peace for awhile, Dingle." Did that count as one for his tally? Well, he didn't care so much about the contest as the partly-free liquor; besides, if you were sober enough to count you were doing it wrong. He wasn't sure he'd ever seen Harold outside of grimy Knockturn back alleys. It was a little disturbing to see him in a normal building during normal business hours. Plus, Spinnet? Weird combination.
However, alcohol plus Spinnet was never a bad combo. Michael obediently chugged the drink, of which whiskey was the only ingredient really worth it. "Did you hear that? Sound of my tastebuds buggering off for t'night. Who's turn's it now?"