*** SOME TIME LATER***
It seemed living as a muggle in another country for ten years really did help the registration. His cousins were blood traitors, there was no evidence that his father was ever a Death Eater, and their murder at the hands of the Dark Lord made Miles look like a pureblood by accident more than anything else. He also submitted to all questions without protest (mostly because Morag had him too distracted to argue).
He didn't like purists, and he knew he was never going to fit in with his old Slytherin 'gang' again. Speaking to them on journals and the like had all put completely confirmed as much. And really, he didn't feel the loss.
Miles thought about sending Morgan a note to tell him he might be a bit late to their Hogsmeade meeting, but he shrugged it off as unimportant when he finally arrived at the Firehouse restaurant and Yard pub. He was early, as his registration didn't take all six hours and he only managed to spend so much time kicking around London before he became terribly bored.
He figured he'd just have a starter pint (and a shot, for good measure) to warm himself up as he waited.