It was an incredibly short walk to the end of the street, where the Lavender Inn sat. It was a two-story, stone building that had been painted white. The front exterior of the inn was littered with flower pots of all shapes and sizes, some stacked precariously on top of the other. Hermione got the sense they were being held together with magic.  The pots held an array of lavender,  greeting a heavenly scent. Hermione took her time walking past before opening the wooden door. 