Now that Liam was starting to get a little better, Miles considered the need to go into Hogsmeade. No matter how infectious the place was, he needed to pay some bills at the pub, (and check nobody burned the place down). He also wanted to work on a couple of brooms that he'd been thinking about, so headed to his workshop.
He glanced at the notice that was pinned to the board outside the pub. It was enough to make him stop and actually read it. What the fuck? A reward? Surely it had to be an April fool's joke.
He read it through twice - the first time missing the little line that said a one million dollar reward for turning in a proven Death Eater.
His face fell instantly, along with the pit of his stomach. Oh fuck!
Glancing around, he wondered if anyone else knew about this yet (a bit hard - every available surface seemed plastered with the damn flyers). What the fuck was he going to do?
He needed to let Bellatrix know. Perhaps the Lestranges would offer some sort of protection in exchange for his telling them of this. Folding up the flyer, he shoved it deep in the pocket of his robes. His heart hammered in his chest, and he felt sweat forming on his brow at the very thought. He knew Dolohov was eccentric, but this?
Running a hand over his hair, he hurried into the pub, closing the door behind him. Merlin, could anyone prove he was a Death Eater? There was Millicent, Daphne, Dolohov himself, likely, too. Fuck!