Rosalie
Copyright© Ron didn't recognise her at first. She was shorter, a little wider, greyer, older. She sat in the restaurant with some dude with a ponytail tied back and flecked with silver. He maybe wouldn't have paid any attention to them in other circumstances. They appeared to be just an ordinary arty couple approaching middle age. "Hey," she called to the disinterested waiter, "can we have two more coffees over here?" Her American accent grabbed Ron's attention immediately. She looked...