The familiar voice made Mike smile. In school, he hadn't been one of those DA members calling for Slytherin heads on sticks. In actuality, outside Ravenclaw, Mike tended to get on best with that lot. Well, the ones who weren't blood purists with sticks up their arses anyway. For the longest time? Mike put Pansy into the latter category. It was only the village that made him rethink some things about her. Oh, and he enjoyed annoying her too.
Her death bothered him just like Anthony's had, but he told himself the losses weren't real. They were just enjoying their lives at home. Still, he missed them, whether he admitted it or not. Having them both back? A relief.
"Buttercup? Hey. We are celebrating the end of this gloom and doom shite. We are celebrating..." He waved a bottle around. "New beginnings. You want something?" He nudged one of the ice filled coolers with his foot.