[Smokey Roy] Rooms for rent

[misspolly]

Too true it was that business had been at a steady decline for weeks at the Smokey Roy. Polly shook her head as she meandered up to the front of the shop, stopping in front of the large window. In her hands was a large piece of cardboard, on which she wrote in her swirly cursive: ROOMS FOR RENT.

Crazy as she might be, Polly knew that if business didn't start to pick up she would have to give up the Smokey Joe, and then where would she go. Charlie shook his head in the corner as Polly walked back behind the counter and checked on a roasting pig. "It'll do no good." He mumbled, and Polly ignored him.

"Don't worry love." She said to herself, "Papa will come back and make everything better. Don't you worry your li'le 'ead." She turn the pig.

Upstairs Philippa had ten perfectly good rooms. She could remember the days in which the rooms were totally full. Of course, that was before the Three Broomsticks. That was before Polly's day when the Pub was owned by her husband's family. But she knew the story well.

However, now only two rooms were taken. One for Polly herself and Charlie. who had lived there ever since Polly could remember. Lonely the bar seemed. Polly didn't notice, still thinking her husband and child were out and about. But still, a lonely chill was upon the place.

[Katya Ilychovich]

Against the wishes of her friends, Katya entered the Smokey Roy Pub. Scratch that, she had no friends. Against her own wishes, her own inward murmurings, which all but held hands with the rumors about the crazy inkeeper and her strange tendencies. She needed a place to study, and with the school being so packed - it was during alot of exams, after all - and Hogsmeade filled with people as usual, she slipped quietly into the all but abandoned building. The 'Claw needed silence, after all. Well, not needed, so much as was used to. It was the norm for her; stay silent, live in silence. Noticing at once there was someone in here, by the smell of the roasting pig, and the small mutterings of Mrs. Roy, Katya nearly walked right out of there, if it weren't for something in herself that refused.

Parting her lips to say excuse me, then remembering she couldn't, Katya approached the counter, an apologetic look on her face. Hopefully this woman could read lips, or she might have to use her wand to spell what she wanted to say in the air. ' How much for a room, one night? ' The serene girl mouthed, curiosity twinkling in her ice blue eyes. Sure, she was only fifteen, but her family was whooping it up in Russia, so that left her without many options of where to go for a nice, quiet place to study. She needed to cram, too, so it was definitely going to be close to an all-nighter. The rooms for rent were perfect; exactly what she needed.
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