As Lolli drank, Kelle could not help but steal furtive glances at her from across the counter. She was quite unlike any guest he had accommodated before, and as an innkeeper by trade, he had housed his fair share of travelling witches and wizards. Most women he encountered held an inherent...
Kelle scooped the galleons from the counter and counted them up with nefarious efficiency. The burnished coins had barely grazed his palm before he'd decided there were twenty of them and deposited them safely into the cash register. Only an idiot would have been foolish enough to try to rob it...
If Kelle had been feeling any remorse, he did well to conceal it. In fact, the only indication of his embarrassment was in the way he polished a bottle of liquor one or two more times than necessary before placing it back down on the dark walnut bar. Only the sharpest and most well trained eye...
The Silver Flute Inn never saw a great deal of business. Even during the winter months, when the roads were faring hard and Muggle travellers were easily lured through the doors by the spicy aroma of a good bowl of stew, it was unusual for more than five or six rooms to be filled at once. The...
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