"Draco - you make gold hand over fist from St Mungos," Harry had said with narrowed eyes, leaning his head determinedly away from Io who was currently trying to paw at his face with hands that were covered in bolognaise, "the least you can do is try and give something back. Plus, it’ll be an excellent way to promote the business - you could tailor the guest list to people who will be generous, but who also might have an interest your services,"