Chapter 18
"The Leaky Cauldron"
By the time morning rolled around, the girls had landed in London. The two were weathered and exhausted. Rory had circles under her eyes, while Tabitha's hair had the traditional 'Granger Frizz' because of the salt air. Luckily they had landed in the park, and no one had noticed.
Quietly they roamed the streets, looking for an Inn or any place to safely rest. There was no way that they'd be able to fight against anyone, let alone Voldemort, in the state that they were in. The two stumbled upon a tavern/inn called The Leaky Cauldron and to their surprise there were only magic folk inside.
Rory sat dead tired on a bar stool, her head slowly lowering as she nodded off, while Tabitha tried to arrange for a room. The Innkeeper, Tom, gave them a rather funny look, but offered them a room. The problem was he asked for the room's payment in wizardry currency, which they had absolutely none of.
Finally after Tabitha explained that they were foreigners and didn't have any wizard money with them, Tom agreed to give them a room, in exchange for doing dishes in the kitchen. Tabitha sent Rory back to the room, insisting that she'd take care of it. One of them at least needed to sleep. Rory started to argue but her words were over-powered by a yawn. She shambled upstairs, dragging their things along.
Tabitha turned to Tom, "Alright.lead the way."
He led Tabitha to the kitchen, where an older witch was supervising as dishes washed themselves, quickly trying to catch any that showed signs of slipping. "Arlene, we've got a replacement for this evening." Tom told the witch, "You can go to bed now." The woman looked relieved and smiled, but she stared at Tabitha oddly before leaving. Tabitha sat down on a wooden stool to monitor the dishes.
Before leaving Tom leaned in and told her, "You shouldn't be wandering around at night, what with all the trouble that's been going on," he said, concernedly, "After those dishes are done, go to sleep, you've probably got lots to deal with tomorrow."
Tabitha frowned in thought and started to turn around to question him about the events, but he had already gone back to serving his customers out front. Tabitha jerked when a crash sounded - she hadn't been paying attention to the dishes. She groaned and started to pick up the pieces, wishing she had thought to grab her wand to fix the plate instantly.
The dishes just kept coming though and Tabitha feared she'd never go to sleep, but finally Tom came in and shooed her off to bed, to which Tabitha eagerly obliged.
Once in the room, she found Rory sprawled out across the bed in the room, sleeping soundly. Tabitha locked the door and grabbed a blanket curling up next to her friend, trying to get to sleep, knowing a big day was in store for them tomorrow, when they tried to infiltrate Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
By the time morning rolled around, the girls had landed in London. The two were weathered and exhausted. Rory had circles under her eyes, while Tabitha's hair had the traditional 'Granger Frizz' because of the salt air. Luckily they had landed in the park, and no one had noticed.
Quietly they roamed the streets, looking for an Inn or any place to safely rest. There was no way that they'd be able to fight against anyone, let alone Voldemort, in the state that they were in. The two stumbled upon a tavern/inn called The Leaky Cauldron and to their surprise there were only magic folk inside.
Rory sat dead tired on a bar stool, her head slowly lowering as she nodded off, while Tabitha tried to arrange for a room. The Innkeeper, Tom, gave them a rather funny look, but offered them a room. The problem was he asked for the room's payment in wizardry currency, which they had absolutely none of.
Finally after Tabitha explained that they were foreigners and didn't have any wizard money with them, Tom agreed to give them a room, in exchange for doing dishes in the kitchen. Tabitha sent Rory back to the room, insisting that she'd take care of it. One of them at least needed to sleep. Rory started to argue but her words were over-powered by a yawn. She shambled upstairs, dragging their things along.
Tabitha turned to Tom, "Alright.lead the way."
He led Tabitha to the kitchen, where an older witch was supervising as dishes washed themselves, quickly trying to catch any that showed signs of slipping. "Arlene, we've got a replacement for this evening." Tom told the witch, "You can go to bed now." The woman looked relieved and smiled, but she stared at Tabitha oddly before leaving. Tabitha sat down on a wooden stool to monitor the dishes.
Before leaving Tom leaned in and told her, "You shouldn't be wandering around at night, what with all the trouble that's been going on," he said, concernedly, "After those dishes are done, go to sleep, you've probably got lots to deal with tomorrow."
Tabitha frowned in thought and started to turn around to question him about the events, but he had already gone back to serving his customers out front. Tabitha jerked when a crash sounded - she hadn't been paying attention to the dishes. She groaned and started to pick up the pieces, wishing she had thought to grab her wand to fix the plate instantly.
The dishes just kept coming though and Tabitha feared she'd never go to sleep, but finally Tom came in and shooed her off to bed, to which Tabitha eagerly obliged.
Once in the room, she found Rory sprawled out across the bed in the room, sleeping soundly. Tabitha locked the door and grabbed a blanket curling up next to her friend, trying to get to sleep, knowing a big day was in store for them tomorrow, when they tried to infiltrate Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.