Rosmerta beamed at the two. They were a sight for sore eyes. Since the war it had been tough getting used to the fact that so many of her customers had died. Oh sure, there was a surge of business directly after the war but those witches and wizards had been ministry people, Auors and gawkers who just wanted to see the destruction. She missed more than a few of her regulars and say what you wanted about the professor, he had always treated her with respect. That is, when he wasn’t teasing her or berating her but it was always in a “Big Brotherly” sort of way. She missed the back and forth verbal dueling with him.
She had also been very fond of Remus. Never would you find a nicer guy. It was a shame about his curse but Rosmerta never let that bother her. She’d served plenty of Dark Creatures in her pub and he was the best behaved of them all. She always felt sorry for him because he seem the sickly type but he certainly looked good now. With a twinge of quilt, she remembered poor Charlie she left at the bar.
“I’ll get that right in and as for making Galleons on your ugly spectral, Severus, you know I’ll take all the sickles I can get and that would probably be all I’d get from the likes of you. Although, for a dead man, you look better now than before the last time I saw you. I'll be back shortly with your food.