In the nine months since he'd taken back the manor, Miles had not quite managed to get himself settled into it. Having Daphne there, and Lettie, and Margaret - not to mention Liam - made him feel as if he should start putting his own stamp on the place.
He really had no reason to stay in his house at Upper Slaughter - at least for now - and the flat in Hogsmeade - well, did he really need that?
He'd taken over the 'study', finally clearing out the last of his father's crap and putting his own mark on it. Broom plans were scattered all over the desk, and now he had half written letters to lawyers strewn across the green leather tabletop.
He looked up when he heard Lettie's laughter, smirking at the sight of her. He'd missed her, and amongst all the drama of the past week, he'd not had a chance to see her.
"What joke's that, darling?" he said, playing along as he put down the quill and leaned back in his chair with crossed arms. He was pretty sure she had found out about the marriage, but he'd play along and see what sort of mood she was in.