RP: Unreal
Characters: Madam Rosmerta
Location: Somerset
Date: August 11, 2000, late evening
Status/Warning: Private/Swearing
Summary: Rosie goes to the cemetery
Completion: Complete
As soon as she heard, she had sent an owl with her sympathies and her condolences while asking about services and what could she do to help. The first question was easily answered, but the second seemed to be brushed aside. Still Rosie had sent to Hogwarts, lots of food, mead, wine, and firewhiskey. While she had known Minerva most of her life, they were not close; not like she had been with Athena.
Breaking the law and apparating straight to the cemetery where she had been buried, Rosie walked slowly to gravestone and the freshly made grave. The irony was it was her birthday. She shook her head as she stood reading the name carved into the stone.
"I know you wanted to go down fighting, but did it have to be that fight?" she whispered angrily. "Fuck, Athena! You had so much going for you. You were so happy with Charlie and you..."
Scoffing at herself, she pulled a bottle from the pocket of her robes and took a swig. The firewhiskey burned down her throat as hot tears filled her eyes. "I don't know what it is, but I always seem to drink in graveyards." Rosie took another swig as she let the tears fall down her cheeks. She cried for a few moments, partly because she missed her friend and partly for Minerva. The Hogwarts Headmistress lost a child and even as a childless woman, Rosie felt a pain deep in her chest.
It should have made her body more resolved not to want kids, but something in the back of her head nagged at her. She maybe alone now, but she wasn't for a long time. She had Attie to watch and love and cherish. You don't and probably never will.
"You should be here, you know that? How could you leave her like that? All alone like that? Do you have any idea?" Her voice cracked as she began yelling at the headstone as if it would speak back. "I know what it's like to be alone and it fucking bloody sucks! And you did that to her...I never had babies because I thought I would never be a good mother and I'm glad I didn't because I can't imagine living through this."
The anger she felt was her way of coping with her lose and she knew that. However, it didn't change the fact she was sad and missed her friend terribly. She lifted the bottle to take another swing, but instead she threw it as hard as she could in the opposite direction. The toss satisfied her urge to break something. Panting, she turned back to the headstone.
"You shouldn't have left her like that."
Location: Somerset
Date: August 11, 2000, late evening
Status/Warning: Private/Swearing
Summary: Rosie goes to the cemetery
Completion: Complete
As soon as she heard, she had sent an owl with her sympathies and her condolences while asking about services and what could she do to help. The first question was easily answered, but the second seemed to be brushed aside. Still Rosie had sent to Hogwarts, lots of food, mead, wine, and firewhiskey. While she had known Minerva most of her life, they were not close; not like she had been with Athena.
Breaking the law and apparating straight to the cemetery where she had been buried, Rosie walked slowly to gravestone and the freshly made grave. The irony was it was her birthday. She shook her head as she stood reading the name carved into the stone.
"I know you wanted to go down fighting, but did it have to be that fight?" she whispered angrily. "Fuck, Athena! You had so much going for you. You were so happy with Charlie and you..."
Scoffing at herself, she pulled a bottle from the pocket of her robes and took a swig. The firewhiskey burned down her throat as hot tears filled her eyes. "I don't know what it is, but I always seem to drink in graveyards." Rosie took another swig as she let the tears fall down her cheeks. She cried for a few moments, partly because she missed her friend and partly for Minerva. The Hogwarts Headmistress lost a child and even as a childless woman, Rosie felt a pain deep in her chest.
It should have made her body more resolved not to want kids, but something in the back of her head nagged at her. She maybe alone now, but she wasn't for a long time. She had Attie to watch and love and cherish. You don't and probably never will.
"You should be here, you know that? How could you leave her like that? All alone like that? Do you have any idea?" Her voice cracked as she began yelling at the headstone as if it would speak back. "I know what it's like to be alone and it fucking bloody sucks! And you did that to her...I never had babies because I thought I would never be a good mother and I'm glad I didn't because I can't imagine living through this."
The anger she felt was her way of coping with her lose and she knew that. However, it didn't change the fact she was sad and missed her friend terribly. She lifted the bottle to take another swing, but instead she threw it as hard as she could in the opposite direction. The toss satisfied her urge to break something. Panting, she turned back to the headstone.
"You shouldn't have left her like that."