Aberforth Dumbledore raised the glass, and tossing his head back, downed the contents in one gulp.

'Bloody Albus.'

He slapped the container onto his desk and emptied the last of his firewhiskey into it. He'd retreated to his office following his brother's funeral and locked the door. Doreus would watch the bar on what was promising to be a busy night. A loud crash sounded from the common room below, followed by cheers. Aberforth hoisted his glass once more, a mocking salute to his too-good brother.

Another crash. Aberforth wiped a clean spot on the window overlooking the main street of Hogsmeade. An enthusiastic muggle duel had spilled from his pub and onto the street. Patrons were forming a circle around them. Aberforth growled. He very much doubted anyone was purchasing any drinks while they watched the spectacle on the street. He slammed open the window.

'Doreus!' He shouted. A stocky, squat wizard appeared from the pub and looked up at the window. He had small squinty eyes, a scraggly beard and wore a fine top hat.

'On it boss.' The squat man shouted back. The man pushed his way through to the middle of the circle. The two combatants were grappling and throwing punches. Doreus took one look at the situation and dove into the middle of it.

Aberforth slapped his head. 'Merlin's bloody beard.'

Doreus cracked the heads of the two fighters together. They stumbled for a moment dazed. Doreus delivered a fierce kick into the groin of one man, retiring him in an instant. The other recovered quickly, and jumped onto the back of the squat wizard.

The crowd cheered.

Aberforth glared at the stupidity gathered beneath him. He flicked his wrist and a knotty wand appeared in his hand. He thrust it into the sky and growled a blasting curse.

The explosion silenced the street. Doreus ended the fight by knocking his distracted foe out with a savage blow to the face.

'You lot want the Aurors down here?' Aberforth yelled. Several patrons glanced around cautiously, while another panicked and attempted to apparate away with a crack, leaving the bottom half of his body behind, attached to which, was a heavy looking coin pouch.

Half the crowd dived at the pair of legs, which leapt into the air and ran around the street trying to get away.

'Idiots' conceded Aberforth, watching the chaos unfold. He followed the legs with his wand and summoned the pouch into his hand. Once more, he had the attention of the crowd.

'Next round is on the house.' He shouted, 'In honour of my dear brother'.

Cheering, the throng packed themselves back into the common room of the pub, leaving Aberforth the master of a near empty street.

'What'ya want me t'do with these boss.' Asked Doreus, indicating the two bodies and the pair of legs that was running in circles around the street, the squat man was sporting a freshly blackened eye and his hat had been caved in, but was otherwise cheerful.

Aberforth plucked the empty bottle from his desk and threw it at his employee. Doreus ducked, and the bottle clipped his head, knocking his hat off.

'Oi! whassat for?'

'Idiot!' roared Aberforth 'Any longer and the ministry would be swarming all over the village and our takings for the night would have vanished with our customers. Use your wand next time.'

Aberforth tossed the pouch into the air; it fell into his hand, jingling merrily. He thought for a moment before deciding.

'Strip them, take their gold and dump them in Puddifoot's.'

Doreus nodded and began to chase after the legs. Aberforth rolled his eyes and aimed his wand. A flash of red burst from the tip and the legs fell to the ground petrified.

'Oh right! Wand' declared Doreus who finally pulled out his wand and began casting spells. Soon the two and a half bodies were naked and floating off towards the Tea Shop.

Aberforth slammed the window closed and sat back down at his desk. He opened a drawer and pulled out a fresh bottle of firewhiskey. He grasped the cork with his teeth, and yanked it free with a pop.

The old wizard, lone bearer of the Dumbledore name, filled his glass to overflowing. He spat the cork onto the floor and slid his wand back into the holster on his wrist.

'Bloody Albus.' He said, and bought the glass to his lips.