Miles was looking forward to a drink or three. He'd seen the sign, and knew a night at the Three Broomsticks would be just what he needed.
Plenty of women to flirt with, and plenty of Rosie's fine liquor. Well, not as fine as Draco's, but good enough for a night. Who knew, if he didn't have a girl or two to flirt with, he'd throw his charms Rosie's way. She couldn't resist them once upon a time.
It was starting to get busy when he arrived and headed to the bar. He ordered a fire-whiskey (no more of that vodka for him) from the barmaid (she was pretty), and turned around to survey the room and quietly nurse his drink.