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[ROSMERTA MAIA TIVERTON]

sing a sad song--
It was a Sunday morning, and while the Three Broomsticks was open, there were only a few customers scattered across the pub. Rosmerta didn’t usually get a big breakfast crowd, but on Sundays she expected a little more than this. A frown graced her lips as she scanned her business. It was a successful one, there was no denying that, but that didn’t stop her from becoming disappointed at a slow crowd. Of course, she always had people coming into the Three Broomsticks. Some were customers that had started frequenting the pub when her father was still an owner, but most were customers that Rosmerta had acquired herself.

One couple in particular had been coming to the pub ever since Rosmerta could remember, the Edmondson’s. Even now, with gray hair and wrinkled skin, the pair looked more in love than they had been a decade and a half ago. A sigh escaped her lips, because although Rosmerta was not quite ready for the commitment that the Edmondson’s shared, she wished to have it someday. Of course, Rosmerta was also scared to fall that deeply in love, because she knew how quickly it could be ripped in love. There was no doubt in her mind that if it hadn’t been for the accident, her parents would be sitting in a booth just like the Edmondson’s.

She gently moved a wet cloth back and forth across the bar, absentmindedly. Rosmerta kept herself on the lookout for any customers that needed anything, but her mind wandered. Surprisingly, she thought about herself in healer training. She had worked so hard to become a healer, but that dream had slipped away and a new one had formed. Rosmerta was perfectly content running the Three Broomstick’s. In fact, even though she put much more work into becoming a healer than she ever had into become the owner of a pub, this job was much more fulfilling. She was keeping her father’s dream, and in some sense his memory, alive by continuing his business. That fact alone made the drunken customers and unruly students easy to deal with.

Just as Rosmerta was about to go into the back to pull out another crate of butterbeer, the Edmondson’s waved her over. With a smile on her face, Rosmerta walked over to them…but quickly could tell that something was wrong. “Can I get you anything?” She asked brightly, trying to lighten the mood of the suddenly tense situation. “Oh no dear,” Mr. Edmondson said, “we just wanted to let you know that this was our last visit. We are moving out of the country to get a little more peace and quiet.” Rosmerta was taken aback, that was the last thing she would have expected from the Edmondson’s. “We just want to thank you for being so kind to us and for keeping this place running. It will always be our favorite.” Mrs. Edmondson said with a little tear in her eye, and with that the couple stood up, hugged a still-shocked Rosmerta and left the pub.

She had not expected that at all. The Edmondson’s had been so loyal to her father and to her, but Rosmerta understood it. They were getting old and with all of the whispers about a coming war, it was no wonder that they wanted to leave the country. Hell, if it weren’t for the fact that Rosmerta was determined to keep her business alive at any cost, she would probably lay low as well. But that wasn’t the case, and a frown formed on her lips as she thought about it. Angrily, she grabbed at the clothe she had been using to wipe down the counter and started scrubbing furiously, tears beginning to form in her eyes. She would miss the Edmondson’s, they had always been nice to her.

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[JULIA JANE CORBY]

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to begin,

somewhere
only we know

Sunday morning. It was always Julia’s favorite. It was the only time during the week she didn’t have to be in at the Ministry at the crack of dawn. Actually, she could take the whole day off if she wanted to. The other workers were there now. They rotated which Sundays the group of them took off, and this Sunday was Julia’s. It had been almost two months since the last full day she had to herself, so she decided to visit Hogsmeade. She’d had way too many adventures there when she’d been in school, and she missed it dearly. Of course, she loved her job at the Ministry and her new friends there. Still, she would give almost anything to go back to Hogwarts just one more time and see her old friends that had gone off into different areas of work. Sure, she still sent owls back and forth with them every so often, but it wasn’t the same.

It didn’t take long to get to Hogsmeade. She could’ve apparated, she supposed, but she didn’t feel like that today. Instead, she went by car. She hadn’t really gone anywhere by car recently since she lived close enough to the Ministry to walk. As she reached Hogsmeade, she stepped out of her little old car and made her way down the street, looking closely at all the shops she passed by. With every step she took another flashback came into her overworked mind, and she found herself stopping short and staring into The Three Broomsticks. Man, she’d had some great memories in there. Taking a glance at her watch, she decided to take a breakfast break. After all, she had the whole day to herself, even if her thoughts seemed to be stuck on her work even though now she was far from the Ministry.

Maybe a nice breakfast would calm her nerves a bit. She was laid back, sure, that didn’t mean she couldn’t worry about any mistakes her co-workers might make that she would have to spend all day fixing tomorrow. Being an Unspeakable was too much work, she concluded. And the worst part was, she wasn’t even allowed to tell anyone about it. So that means no complaining unless it’s to other co-workers. But that would mean talking behind people’s backs, and she didn’t want to hurt anyone’s feelings or reputations.

Just as she opened the door, an old familiar looking couple was leaving, so she held the door for them. They looked a little sad, which caught her interested. Going deep into her photographic memory, she remembered them: the Edmondson’s. They’d been together for centuries, it felt like, but as the door closed behind them, Julia turned to see the bartender scrubbing the fairly clean bar furiously. Rosmerta Tiverton, the owner. Her photographic memory never disappoints, and having spent almost four years at the Ministry, she had seen pictures, names and occupations of almost every wizard there was. If there was someone she passed by that she didn’t recognize, it always bothered her until she figured out who it was by looking them up in the files back at the Ministry. It wasn’t a requirement of the Unspeakables to know everyone, but it made Julia feel better to know. She approached the angry cleaning girl at the bar and hesitated slightly before sitting down across from her. She didn’t really want anything, not to drink. What she really wanted was to know why she was so upset.

Resting her elbow on the bar, she asked, “Why is it that you’re cleaning so furiously?”

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598, ROSMERTA, OUTFIT, HIYA
SOMEWHERE ONLY WE KNOW by KEANE
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