A.N. — Sometimes, I have to sit on a drabble for a while. And other times, like today, I delete what I originally wrote (about this character being Imperio'ed to give Katie the cursed necklace) and churn out a new drabble in one short sitting and edit it into 100 presentable words.
284. Madam Rosmerta
Rosmerta was more than just a fantastic pair of knockers.
She tried not to let her patrons see how much their fixation bothered her. It took real brains to be running magical Britain's most popular pub (the Leaky Cauldron excluded) at a fairly young age, but everyone only saw her body. Rosmerta was on her feet a good 16 out of every 24 hours; she knew a physical decline was coming. But as long as her public persona remained unwavering, she'd grudgingly endure. A good publican listened to their customer's problems, after all, rather than burdening them with her own.