Her eyes flew up and saw Atlas standing in front of her - and oh my gods what happened to his face?!.
Minerva nearly dropped the pint glass that she was wiping in her hands. "Shite," she muttered, catching it just before it slipped then carefully put it back down behind the bar.
Her hand involuntarily went to her neck. Checked that her scarf was still in place - not that it was necessary as she put a sticking charm on the fabric after tying it around her throat.
Minerva cleared her throat, then plastered a smile on her face.
"Well, sort of. Helping my mother out with some shifts that needed filling - temporarily. So, what can I get you? Pint of ale?"