Who Sirius Black and Miles Bletchley What Miles' last day of work before his trip to Greece, setting up his flat about the Quidditch store. When Friday Where Quidditch store/flat above. Hogsmeade Status Low Rating Incomplete
Miles only really had two boxes of possessions, a broom and a suitcase of clothing to his name, besides the battered guitar case which held his most valued prize. That said, it only took him two trips to walk all that he owned from the Three Broomsticks to his new home above the Quidditch store.
Sirius had been right and there were no doxies living in the place which Miles was certainly happy about. The flat had a bed and a small ice box to keep things cold. It didn't have a stove, but Miles was all right with that. He did love to cook, and certainly he'd made quite the nice dinner for Daphne when she'd visited him in London, but for now he could do without.
Things didn't really intimidate or frighten Miles. He'd stood up to fights he knew he couldn't win more than once, he taunted the man who slaughtered his parents without a second thought and he wasn't shy or timid around Daphne either. He knew where his shortcomings were, but he also knew his strengths.
Problem was, figuring out how to manage a Christmas trip to Greece with Daphne Greengrass was not exactly within his strengths category. He wasn't sure what he was supposed to do, shacked up with a girl that he'd barely had the opportunity to touch. All of their conversations--almost their whole relationship--had been played out through conversations in journals besides a few fleeting encounters at the gate and one Hogsmeade trip where he'd convinced her to hold his hand.
Bletchley'd gone to bed with so many girls whose names he didn't remember. He'd stumbled home in the early mornings, still drunk, and not caring about the girls he left in his wake. He knew that life, knew it well, but Daphne wasn't a part of that. She was a girl from another era of his life. She was a girl like all the ones that he'd left behind when he bailed on that whole purist circle and lost all his money. But she wanted him--and he was utterly in love with her.
He heard someone come into the shop downstairs and so he dropped the books he was arranging on the little shelf in the flat and clammered down the stairs. Besides himself, there were only three other people with a key to the store so he knew it had to be one of them.