Miles spent the last then years of his life in Muggle pubs, half the time he'd worked at them, playing gigs or being a bar tender--and the other half of the time he was probably getting drunk enough to have himself tossed out. He was a pureblood by birth only, and he'd long since outgrown it and the purist leanings of his youth. He had no sympathy for Death Eaters because of the decision his father had made to run. His family was dead because Michael thought it better to hide than to support a madman, and he would never see anyone who simpered about having 'no choice' as anything but a coward who deserved to be tossed in Azkaban with the rest of them for being a part of such atrocities.
"I'll see you at 140 Tabernacle Street in six and a half hours, and I'll tell you then."