Miles was only too happy to make any sort of broom sale, and his grin was genuine. "Any time you want to stop by, just let me know. Although after lunch is best. I like my beauty sleep in the mornings." He gave her a wink and a grin.
At the mention of Liam's mother being too Gryffindorish, he let the chill down his back settle as he snorted. "Yes, she was foolish and reckless to the very end."
He laughed as she poked her tongue out at him. "Didn't anyone tell you not to poke that thing unless you're going to use it?" He raised an eyebrow in cheek, still chuckling.
News of Umbridge had been filtering through the pub all week, and her words were similar to many of the other patrons. He just simply shrugged. "Well I don't know, I guess if you have nothing to hide then you really don't have anything to worry about."
He leaned over the bar. "Unless you have some deep dark secret you're keeping from us all? You do look an awful lot like Miss March from last year's Playwizard, actually." Now he was teasing.