Chronicles of The Muggleborn Mafia

by violetvolpe

Influence talked in this country. Influence was power and power came from money. - When Hermione decides to take matters into her own hands to fix Magical Great Britain, the first thing to come to mind wasn't creating a mafia but man if it didn't work just fine. [A 500 words or less series] [Cross-posted on Ao3]

30. Chapter 30

The walk to Three Broomsticks was fast. I was a woman on a mission determined to get exactly what I wanted.

"Good morning Madame Rosmerta!"

"Oh, good morning. My, aren't you chipper today." She responded in kind.

I smile back. "Yep. I'm planning a get together and I would like to place an order of 15 cases of butterbeer."

She blinked. "That's a lot of butterbeer dear."

My smile grows bigger. "Then it's a good thing they're not all for me. I'm actually so happy it's a House thing and not a school thing."

Madame Rosmerta nod her head. "That would be a headache. I remember when Hogwarts was getting ready for the Yule Ball." Thank you, smiles and deflection, for not failing me yet.

"Exactly. I prefer to start on a much smaller scale."