Susan really didn't like the way he looked at her, and let her nostrils flare in her distaste. Perhaps she could get Mischa to come in here and let him loose in Miles' office after she'd fed him a whole batch of liver treats. That would leave a mess he would not be happy with.
"Yes, well he was working when I last saw him at the office. And he's not my 'boyfriend' as you so eloquently put it. I have no idea what he's told you, but we're friends and colleagues." Honestly, the man was a complete prat.
As she showed her distaste at having to sit at the bar, she fidgeted, getting comfortable on the stool. She cast another cushioning charm, not satisfied with the one that was already on it. "You know, you might just get customers to stay longer if the furniture were a little more comfortable."
The reason why they drank here and not at the Hog's head, she thought, was to keep an eye on this shifty bugger. Everyone knew that old Dumbledore ran the other pub, and no doubt it was as safe as houses.
She then remembered something. "How's that kitten Cass gave to Liam? I hope he's looking after it."