The great un-quenchable fires rapidly spread across the country. Few building where left untouched by these roaring flames. Even the great mansion of the Malfoys was consumed by the tongues of heat. Finally, in a last stand, several of the greatest magical creatures, good and evil, risked there lives to protect what was left of their once green and beautiful land. And so our story begins, several years later, during a hot summer in a small cottage within the countryside of England. A tale that will melt hearts and warm souls, a tale of finding happiness after a disaster.
Ginny Weasley, head of cooking, sewing, shopping and 'official' agony aunt for the small group of survivors living in Snowdrop Cottage, was busy preparing lunch for 'clan' when there was a knock on the window. She opened the pane and ducked as a large snowy tawny swooped in. Owls, though rarer since the great fires, were still the preferred for of wizard communication. Most normally, an owl would mean new potion supplies or the like from the Ministry of Magic's short supply. But this one wasn't the standard brown paper package. Instead it was a small cream envelope with a flowing script on the outside.
To the residents at Snowdrop Cottage
Ginny peeled open the envelope and eased out a short role if parchment:
Dear Personal
I, the son of a well established before the incident four years ago, have heard rumour that you at Snowdrop Cottage have many suites spare. I wish to purchase two suites from you and require the usual services (cooking, laundry, etc.) in return for a fee of twelve gallons a day. How long I require these rooms for is un-known but I wish for them to be kept in order as I will be arriving on average in three days time. My company and I have spent the last few nights sleeping on the bare earth so I expect excellent service to make up.
And that was all.