Who Madame Rosmerta & Aberforth Dumbledore What Ghost of Christmas...Presents! When Christmas Eve Where Hog's Head; Hogsmeade! Status Incomplete Rating Probably low!
Rosmerta was a woman on a mission. Which, after three gin and tonics, was a bit of a Christmas miracle all on its own. She carried a small box covered in bright paper and drudged from the back door of the Three Broomsticks to the Hog's Head pub which wasn't all that far from her tavern. She never really considered herself in competition with the other establishment. Really, she was pleased that the Hog's Head existed because it meant it kept a lot of the people she'd rather not have in her pub--out of her pub.
Aberforth Dumbledore was a bit of a force to be reckoned with, to be sure. Rosmerta always sort of thought he reminded her of a pirate captain or something to that affect, just because he was so weathered, so foul-mouthed and so miserable all the time. A pirate captain who'd had his ship stolen right out from under him--it was all a bit of a romantic notion, sure, but she didn't have a lot to do at the Broomsticks besides make up stories and pretend that the people she knew lived more interesting likes then they actually did.
"Aberforth!" She called out as she swung the door of the bar open and let herself in. She looked around at the patrons and then held her head a little bit higher because she liked being looked at. She approached the bar ant noticed a dark-haired teenager standing behind it. He was certainly cute and she made a note to talk to him later but at the moment she had someone else she needed to see and so she snapped her fingers to get the boy's attention but. "Oy, you. Find me your boss. Make it quick--and trust me when I say that's the only time any woman'll ever tell you to make anything quick. Hop to, yeah? Don't have all day."
Peyton Davis looked at her, blew his bangs up into the air and then turned to run out to the yard behind the bar where the goats were kept so he could collect his employer.
While he was doing this, Rosmerta set her present on the bar and leaned over it--groping blindly for a bottle. She found one, took a guess at what the clear liquid inside it might be, and then helped herself to a shot.