RP: Good old Rosemerta Date: May 27, 2000 - mid-afternoon(backdated) Characters: James Potter and Rosemerta March Location: The Three Broomsticks Warnings: Questioning, insinuations of naughty things. Public/Private: Private. Summary: James finally has an active case, and for information about Hogsmede there's only one place to go and one very lovely lady to talk to. Status: Complete
Yesterday had been a very bad day for James. Kids murdered, gruesome autopsy reports, Prophet articles, more questions from reporters that he refused to comment on, and trying to track down any possible witnesses and coming up with zilch. It was early in the investigation yet, but these early hours were the most important. If he didn't get a lead soon, any lead, the trail would go cold and be a thousand times harder to find.
He tried to avoid doing exactly what he was about to do, but honestly saw no other option. If anyone would know something about what happened, it would be Rosemerta. At the very least, she'd be able to point in him the right direction. If she were feeling generous. And if he hadn't pissed her off recently without realizing it.
So James took himself to the Three Broomsticks, not bothering to pretty himself up. Rosemerta had seen worse--hell, she'd seen him looking worse--and he didn't feel like looking prettier, anyway. Not when there were two dead kids on his watch.
Business was slower than usual, but that really didn't surprise him what with everything going on. James made his way to the bar, ordered, and waited for his (non-alcoholic, unfortunately) drink, and for the proprietor.