Miles just smiled, pleased at least at the thought of a possible broom sale. "Ahhh, so now that's the secret women's business my wife is always going on about?" he chuckled. "That explains a great many things."
When she poked out her tongue again, he gave her a cheeky look. "Try that again, and I might just have to tell your husband that you've been coming on to me. I seem to recall he has a bit of a temper. Or is that the other one?"
Miles just shrugged - he didn't know what to think of Umbridge. "Well, we'll see. But like I said, if you've got nothing to hide, then you've got nothing to worry about. I'm sure she is able to see reason if you just talk to her the right way." Miles had never really dealt with her at school, but then again, they'd had Montague on her little squad and that buttered her up nicely to overlook their pranks.
"Tut, tut. Cruel, and cruel." He was laughing warmly now. He would have wanted to stay and flirt all evening, but he heard another customer complaining for service.
He looked around. "Damn Gryffindors make dreadful staff," he muttered good naturedly. "Finnegan is probably off shagging Spinnet or something - is that all you Gryffindors do?"