Finnigan refilled his glass, taking a languid gulp and exhaling loudly. "Aye, it is but a little pub, and one that I'm told the Death Eaters like to frequent." His gaze shifted between Draco and Theo. "Interesting, ain't it? That you lot be the ones to walk in "ere while I'm expectin" the leader of the fookin" Death Eaters to walk in, eh?" He chuckled. "Very interesting, ain't it, Mr. Malfoy?"