Miles was in good cheer, smiling as they greeted Dolohov and his wife, Morag. He'd thought for the longest time of many things he'd like to say, or do to Dolohov for the things he'd done to them - binding them pretty much permanently together in marriage.
But with each passing day, and the fact that Daphne was now pregnant, he was less inclined to want to hex Dolohov into the next Century, merely giving them polite smiles and nods.
"Indeed, although what will you do if you want to 'get away from it all'?" he said jokingly.
At the attention being laid at Nigel, Miles looked down. He could see Liam in his sights, making friends with someone with brightly coloured hair. Nigel looked up at Morag, his face breaking out into a grin.
"This is little Nigel, well, not so little any more." Picking Nigel up, he brought him to Morag's level. Nigel wriggled just a little, not sure he wanted to be picked up. He seemed more determined than ever to just wriggle. Now that he could walk a little, he realised he could do so much more.
"Don't mind him, he's just discovering the joys of having the freedom of use of his legs."