Miles had no fucking idea what spelunking was, and whether or not Finnigan was having a go at him, but he tried not to roll his eyes dismissively. "I already know how to test for them," you Irish knob, "I'll check them all before work starts tomorrow. Merlin knows what they've been up to since Rosie died."
Miles didn't particularly want to go up there, but had already put his hand on the doorknob at the bottom of the stairs. "I'll check it out. I guess it's Liam's new play area, now." If Bones and the other Aurors hadn't cleaned it up, he'd be pretty pissed off.
He headed up there, seeing that it was clean, but that a lot of Rosmerta's stuff was still there. It was a cosy loft, but Miles was already thinking it would make a nice little 'private' office, where he could discuss things with the girls when Liam wasn't there. If he was in the office downstairs, Liam could play up here.
He thought of packing away all her stuff now, and flicked his wand to start the job. Drawers and cupboards opened, and he soon had a pile of all Rosmerta's belongings on the floor. He'd get some boxes and have it put into storage at Bletchley Manor.
He was busy thinking of how he wanted to redecorate the place, when he heard Finnigan calling from downstairs. That girl was here.