Miles was serving , the place quiet enough not to need him here, but he knew that if he wasn't there, it was likely that one of Lestrange's contacts would show up. He didn't want to run the risk of that happening.
Busy pouring butterbeers, he turned and noticed Cass was at the bar. He looked like crap, although Miles knew better than to say anything. He expected he'd have felt the same in such a situation as the one he'd put him into.
Wiping down some glasses, he moved into his direction. "Hey yourself." He didn't try to crack a smile. It seemed so unfair that he seemed to be having such good fortune, even at the expense of his friends. The news that Daphne was expecting a girl still had him reeling. It seemed so unfair.
"Always got time to chat for a friend," he said, knowing that his use of the word was pretty loose. But to anyone looking, he knew they couldn't suddenly not look like friends. "Plenty of distraction here. Why don't you come into my office. That's where I keep the good stuff?" He nodded his head towards the room out the back, figuring now that Cass probably had information for him to pass to Rodolphus.