Susan took the note, reading it through. It looked to be a suicide note, and she glanced at the body in the tub. She had to stop thinking of it as Madame Rosmerta, and start thinking of it as a body - it was a horribly clinical thing to do, but she was here for her job.
"So she was expecting you this morning?" Her questions were perfunctory.
"Had anything happened lately to make you think she would want to take her own life like this?" Susan knew she was going to have to get another Auror to bring a camera to photograph the scene, and they would need to take Rosmerta's body to the morgue.
Already she knew it was going to be a long time before she got to that cup of tea.