RP: New Rules
Characters: Madam Rosmerta, Daphne Greengrass and the rest of the Three Broomsticks staff
Location: The Three Broomsticks
Date: August 26, 1999
Status/Warning: Private/None
Summary: Rosie speaks with her staff
Completion: Complete
Rosie looked and felt like hell. She didn't sleep at all last night with her nightmares returning with a vengeance after Draco's appearance the day before. Twice she had to get out of bed to get sick and this morning, she was feeling the effects of her night.
Rosmerta prided herself on being open and inviting to all, even during times of war, but the past war was different. They targeted her for those reasons and they cursed her. While she had no proof or any clear memory of the attacks, her nightmares gave her continual reminders of the role she played.
After tossing the Malfoy out into the street, she sent an owl to all her workers for an emergency meeting. Her staff were sitting around a table chatting when she walked into the room.
"Morning." she called to bring the group's attention to her. "I don't routinely throw people out of my pub. In fact, I can't even remember that last time I had too, with the exception of yesterday." she said, trying to force herself to relax. She was have a difficult time unclenching her fists.
"Now before you all start asking questions, I want it to be very clear. That boy along with his parents are banned for this establishment. If I find that any one of you let him inside the door or sold him a bread crumb, you will be fired on the spot."
She took a deep breath, in the hopes to softer her tone which was borderline murderous. "I have my reasons for this decision and I don't want anyone to feel that I'm being unreasonable. You all know me, I never ban anyone, this boy is the exception." she said, looking into the faces of her workers.
"Does anyone have any questions?"
Location: The Three Broomsticks
Date: August 26, 1999
Status/Warning: Private/None
Summary: Rosie speaks with her staff
Completion: Complete
Rosie looked and felt like hell. She didn't sleep at all last night with her nightmares returning with a vengeance after Draco's appearance the day before. Twice she had to get out of bed to get sick and this morning, she was feeling the effects of her night.
Rosmerta prided herself on being open and inviting to all, even during times of war, but the past war was different. They targeted her for those reasons and they cursed her. While she had no proof or any clear memory of the attacks, her nightmares gave her continual reminders of the role she played.
After tossing the Malfoy out into the street, she sent an owl to all her workers for an emergency meeting. Her staff were sitting around a table chatting when she walked into the room.
"Morning." she called to bring the group's attention to her. "I don't routinely throw people out of my pub. In fact, I can't even remember that last time I had too, with the exception of yesterday." she said, trying to force herself to relax. She was have a difficult time unclenching her fists.
"Now before you all start asking questions, I want it to be very clear. That boy along with his parents are banned for this establishment. If I find that any one of you let him inside the door or sold him a bread crumb, you will be fired on the spot."
She took a deep breath, in the hopes to softer her tone which was borderline murderous. "I have my reasons for this decision and I don't want anyone to feel that I'm being unreasonable. You all know me, I never ban anyone, this boy is the exception." she said, looking into the faces of her workers.
"Does anyone have any questions?"