Hestia Abbott (![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} eagleofdelphi) wrote in ![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} all_roads, |
Dominic's shouting brought Aurors and guards before it brought Hestia, who woke groggy but already sick to her stomach. The shouting, even before she had processed that it was Dominic calling for her, made her fearful of what it could mean. Tossing aside the blanket covering her, she left the room, though not that quietly given the light sleeping everyone had been doing this week. She trudged down the corridor toward the kitchen, heart beating faster at the Aurors and guard milling about. This was bad, wasn't it?
Nudging them aside, she made her way into the kitchen, looking for Dominic. What she found was Dominic and Hannah and, for a brief moment, was frozen in the fear it was all a dream she was having.
As far as Hannah was concerned, Dominic could carry her to the moon, shut her away in the house and block all the doors, whatever he wanted, so long as he was within arms reach forever. Now that she was home, she never wanted to leave it again, not for anything or anyone. If there was something not in this house, then she didn't need it, as far as she was concerned.
She nearly didn't sit still to let him look over her, as she wanted to cling, she wanted to be hugged while she let out everything she'd had to keep inside this whole week. She might have cried while kidnapped, but most of it had been repressed, something she had never known how to do this much until being kidnapped had forced her to learn. It had been like an illness inside her, and crying felt as though she were ridding herself of that.
When he embraced her again, actual words started to spill out, still not entirely understandable due to the missing fragments of phrases and the fits and starts, but it was progress. "I missed you all- I wrote- whenever- whenever I could and- and I just wanted to be home, they let me- go. She made Ms Yaxley- she made her bring me home!"
Before further explanations could occur, Hannah found herself in twice the embrace as before, as Hestia had finally unfrozen and rushed forward, wrapping her arms around her as best as she could given Dominic's grip, crying with the same relieved incomprehensibleness as Hannah herself had demonstrated thus far.
Nudging them aside, she made her way into the kitchen, looking for Dominic. What she found was Dominic and Hannah and, for a brief moment, was frozen in the fear it was all a dream she was having.
As far as Hannah was concerned, Dominic could carry her to the moon, shut her away in the house and block all the doors, whatever he wanted, so long as he was within arms reach forever. Now that she was home, she never wanted to leave it again, not for anything or anyone. If there was something not in this house, then she didn't need it, as far as she was concerned.
She nearly didn't sit still to let him look over her, as she wanted to cling, she wanted to be hugged while she let out everything she'd had to keep inside this whole week. She might have cried while kidnapped, but most of it had been repressed, something she had never known how to do this much until being kidnapped had forced her to learn. It had been like an illness inside her, and crying felt as though she were ridding herself of that.
When he embraced her again, actual words started to spill out, still not entirely understandable due to the missing fragments of phrases and the fits and starts, but it was progress. "I missed you all- I wrote- whenever- whenever I could and- and I just wanted to be home, they let me- go. She made Ms Yaxley- she made her bring me home!"
Before further explanations could occur, Hannah found herself in twice the embrace as before, as Hestia had finally unfrozen and rushed forward, wrapping her arms around her as best as she could given Dominic's grip, crying with the same relieved incomprehensibleness as Hannah herself had demonstrated thus far.