"No, I don't suppose we are." Asha agreed, although he was unsure if the rooms below them were suffering from the same ill tempered luck that they were. "That is if they are suffering the same fate as us." He put forth. "Perhaps we should ask the landlord?" Although Asha rather preferred they didn't. The landlord seemed an nice enough man, but in his experience the less one went to them the better of they were to be. Indeed, they should try to solve this on their own before bringing in the man who actually owned the place.

In the time that Asha had gotten to know his roommate he had learned that if there was anyone in the world who might share the same string of rotten luck that had shadowed his every move since birth, Alfred Darrow may just be the man to do so. He had also learned that neither of them were particularly apt at spells. Which apparently was to their determent now. But if Asha had heard him right Darrow may very well know someone. "May be time to call on them." He agreed with a cheerful grin. "I'd rather no wake up to snow on my only wool trousers again." He added cheerfully as if there really were nothing amiss with cold trousers to greet one's legs in the mornings.