Challenge: Hogsmeade villagers
Word Count: 100
“Two hunnert pound o' barley, that's right.” The grain merchant signaled to his elf for his tobacco pouch. “Dinn't say what was for, neither. Just bought it, shrank it, and headed back t'the school.”
“Sounds like he's making a giant pot of stew,” said the publican's pretty young daughter. “Maybe for the harvest festival?”
“Like that has aught to do with Hogwarts.” The grain merchant snapped his fingers to light his pipe. “Maybe under Dippet but Dumbledore's another story.”
“Dumbledore's kind enough,” said the publican. “The potions master, though - “
No one had an answer.