June 26th — Bartonburg, Hogsmeade

The list of potions stashed carelessly in her pocket was the excuse Rosalie clung to throughout her impromptu visit with her parents and the walk she decided to take from their home to the local shops. It had been months since she last saw Mr. Greengrass, his offer of stopping by again likely long forgotten by now, but still she carefully let herself in through the garden to knock at the workshop door. He was drunk that night, she realized after many nights of stewing on their kiss, either drunk or tethering on the edge of it for certain. And she - well, she had been miserable and so terribly alone that she longed to be comforted by someone.

That feeling had grown heavy in her chest again as spring bloomed into summer, her grief made anew only this time she had no public excuse to blame. This time, she couldn't bury her head in work and ignore society altogether, she couldn't be sad. No, Rosalie had to move on somehow; she had to forget the fact that he still loved her and she still loved him (likely always would, if she was being honest with herself).

"Hello," she greeted with a smile when he opened the door on her second knock. "I apologize for not sending word first - I have a list of potions I am in terrible need of, would you be able to help me?" To this, she withdrew the list of potions — an apparently random mix of everything ranging from basic to incredibly complex brews — from her pocket and offered it to him.

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