"MacDougal, her name is. Little thing, she is--blonde--legs up to here." He tapped his chin to illustrate his last point. "If I'd a none it be Aurors like that comin' round to kick my ass, Morgan, I'd've been breaking laws for years as it is. Azkaban sure, but sometimes you got to go to hell for a taste, just a taste of that Hellfire. You don't even know, Morgan, you don't even fucking know."
He sniffed and tilted his head to one side, peering at the drink on the table as if planning a course of action before finally he picked it up and put it to his lips. It was cold and it felt nice after the trip from London out here.