Miles had finished getting all he could out of Quiggins today. He was going to have to arrange another 'date' with Hooch, and make it soon. The dungeons were damp - the incessant rain keeping them that way, and he was glad to be back in the comfort of the Manor proper.
He headed up to change into clean robes, when he noticed the door on Liam's rooms were open. There was a distinct lack of noise coming from within, and he muttered under his breath.
He hoped that for Liam's sake, Margaret had decided to take him to the library and give him a lesson. Far better than him going to that school in Hogsmeade, actually. but he heard voices coming from the drawing room, and from the tones, he suspected who they belonged to.
Storming back down the stairs, he opened the door just in time to hear Lettie's words. He could hazard a guess what was going on from the screwed up look on Romilda's face, and the triumphant one on Lettie's.
"What's this? Giving Liam a little lesson in his sums? How appropriate." He came and gave Lettie a kiss on the cheek. "I think I vaguely remember pulling your pigtails and then playing hide and seek when we were no more than Liam's age. So definitely old friends."
The smirk on his face was aimed in Romilda's direction. "How are you dear?" he asked Lettie, hoping that she wasn't too stressed by the fact Liam was there. He knew she didn't enjoy spending time around children. "Liam isn't being a bother I hope. He should know better than to leave his room when he was specifically asked not to." He hoped that message got through to the boy, who seemed to nod absently.
"And just what are you doing here?" he turned and asked the ghost. "I hear a never ending litany of how much you despise my home, and everything about it, yet you grace it with your presence."