RP: A moment to reflect
Characters: Madam Rosmerta
Location: Upstairs room at Three Broomsticks
Date: June 10, 2000
Status/Warning: Private/None
Summary: Rosie thinks about what the healer said
Completion: Complete
"376...377...378." She counted as she tied up the purse strings with the daily count from the day before. It was a little lighter than she would have liked, but still with in the average range for a Tuesday. Rosie looked over the specials for the last few Tuesday. Noticing there hasn't been much of a special, she made a note to make next Tuesday a mini-celebration night; 'Thank Merlin, It's Tequila Tuesday' or something of the like.
As she counted out pay for her employees and the bills for the restaurant she looked into her own finances. She was well off for a woman of her age, she didn't have many expenses all by herself, since she ate and drank the things she bought for the pub, which was making more than enough lately.
Even during the war when things were at their roughest, Rosie knew she still had plenty of money saved away. Saved for what? she thought almost bitterly. She wasn't married; didn't have any children of her own; she didn't have much in the way of family either. She was an only child with a few cousins in Ireland, but she wasn't close with them
What if... Her mind began to wonder what her life would have been like, had her parents not been killed 26 years ago. Would I still be here? She stood, moving away from the desk towards the couch. As she thought about the life she had verses the life she could have, her mind moved to what the healer said not to long ago.
Picking up a throw pillow from the couch, she slid it under her shirt, pulling the cotton t-shirt taunt over the pillow. Rosie looked at her belly, which now looked like she was pregnant. She instinctively rubbed her hand over the bulge. I had wanted children, she thought, continuing to rub the pseudo-belly. She pulled the pillow out from underneath her shirt and tossed it over to couch, feeling a little sad. She sighed. But I don't think I want one now. Life was just great.
Or was it?
Location: Upstairs room at Three Broomsticks
Date: June 10, 2000
Status/Warning: Private/None
Summary: Rosie thinks about what the healer said
Completion: Complete
"376...377...378." She counted as she tied up the purse strings with the daily count from the day before. It was a little lighter than she would have liked, but still with in the average range for a Tuesday. Rosie looked over the specials for the last few Tuesday. Noticing there hasn't been much of a special, she made a note to make next Tuesday a mini-celebration night; 'Thank Merlin, It's Tequila Tuesday' or something of the like.
As she counted out pay for her employees and the bills for the restaurant she looked into her own finances. She was well off for a woman of her age, she didn't have many expenses all by herself, since she ate and drank the things she bought for the pub, which was making more than enough lately.
Even during the war when things were at their roughest, Rosie knew she still had plenty of money saved away. Saved for what? she thought almost bitterly. She wasn't married; didn't have any children of her own; she didn't have much in the way of family either. She was an only child with a few cousins in Ireland, but she wasn't close with them
What if... Her mind began to wonder what her life would have been like, had her parents not been killed 26 years ago. Would I still be here? She stood, moving away from the desk towards the couch. As she thought about the life she had verses the life she could have, her mind moved to what the healer said not to long ago.
Picking up a throw pillow from the couch, she slid it under her shirt, pulling the cotton t-shirt taunt over the pillow. Rosie looked at her belly, which now looked like she was pregnant. She instinctively rubbed her hand over the bulge. I had wanted children, she thought, continuing to rub the pseudo-belly. She pulled the pillow out from underneath her shirt and tossed it over to couch, feeling a little sad. She sighed. But I don't think I want one now. Life was just great.
Or was it?