Aberforth was leaning against the counter behind the bar, making desultory conversation with one of his regular and keeping an eye out for Neville. He'd told Stan that he would have to hold down the fort this afternoon and had gotten the usual nod and absent reply from that young man.
When he saw Neville walk into the bar, he made his apologies to his regular, got a grunt in reply and made his way out from behind the bar, meeting Neville halfway across the room.
"Neville," he said quietly, holding out one hand to the young man. "Would you like a drink or were you after a little privacy for this conversation?"