Friday | 6pm-ish | Hogwarts Grounds | Miles, Lucas, Adrian, (Jewllian?)
Really, despite the fact he still played the field a bit, Miles did think of himself 'old'. Being a father made him feel like those days of constant play were so very far behind him. Now all he had was an occasional night out at a pub, occasionally ending for a brief spill into some woman's bed before returning home. nothing nearly as wild as the brief time before marriage and child. However, he's come to accept it, and no longer envied his bachelor friends.
"You do not count, Golden Boy." Though his comment meant nothing, as Lucas took up grinning at Adrian's comment. All kinds of pleased that there was an adult out there that didn't complain at the cold like his father did. "Right! He should be made to suffer!"
Miles groaned dramatically. His life was now over. Lucas would be torturing him now because of this. Then butterbeers were mentioned, and Miles latched onto it. "Oh Merlin, yes." Lucas started to pout. "You can have hot cocoa with extra marshmallows." That perked Lucas right up! Thank Merlin. "Really, Adrian. You are an evil being. I should ban you from influencing my child," he mused as Lucas led the way to the nearest food tent that would be magically heated.