Miles was more than pleased with the turnout as the pub reopened. For what it was worth, Finnigan could at least get a pub open, and manage to drag some customers through the door. Must be something about being Irish.
The place was filling up nicely as he strode through the door a quarter hour after they opened for business. The sound of galleons crossing the bar was music to his ears as he headed behind the bar. Giving Finnigan and Tom a nod, he went out the back to his office.
After putting his coat out on the rack, he headed back into the bar, supervising checking over all that he could see. Great. Damn fucking aurors in his bar. Just what he would look forward to. Well, their money was as good as anyone else's right?
He licked his lips, considering taking a visit to the girl's lounge upstairs and checking out business up there.