For all her big talk on the journals Rosmerta was actually terrified of meeting Fenrir again. It the last full moon when he and his pack had attacked Hogsmeade and he would had torn her apart if she hadn't used the curse on him. Instead he had backed away when it became apparent that she was bitten,.
Unlike Fenrir, Rosmerta was dressed and had a heavy traveling cloak when she appeared with a POP!. She tried to prepare herself for his moment but in fact she was trembling. Looking down at his wand before looking up at him. "I didn't think you owned one." She said quietly as she walked over to the campfire and knelt down to the burning embers. She was only here because she couldn't risk losing everything that her family worked hard for. Her red hair gentle blew in the cool breeze as she stared intensely at the ambers. "How long does it take?"