Miles was pouring a beer when he heard a familiar voice. Looking up, he smirked.
"Mate, if we were at home, I'd tell you to bloody well go and get it yourself. But here, it's money on the table and then I'll think about pouring. And just for you, I might even pour the right sized nip."
He was glad to see a friend there. Far too many bloody Gryffindors there for his liking.