"Well Rosmerta obviously wanted to leave it to the little boy. I hope his father keeps it viable for him."
Susan's nose wrinkled. "Creep," she said aloud. "I hope the girls know a few good hexes to keep him away. Perhaps I should teach them one or two." The thought of Bletchley getting hexed made her giggle. "Is there any law we can use to shut it down if he starts to annoy the girls? "
They walked the rest of the way fairly quickly but quietly, and the sound and smell of the familiar pub loomed as they walked through the door.