RP: Out...shopping?
Date: 29 January 2006 Characters: Hestia Jones Location: about. Private/Public: Private Rating: G Warnings: sappiness? Summary: Hestia is out shopping for the Auror ball.
She honestly, truly, one hundred percent hated shopping. Worse yet, she hated shopping for anything formal like. Hestia had attempted to convince Kingsley that she was too pregnant to go; but he almost immediately saw through her ploy, managed to rather convincingly convince her that she was not to fat, and very much lovely to go with him. Which was why she was out in muggle London looking for a gown.
She almost wished she had Ginger with her, at least Ginger would have some idea what to do, what would look good, or something. Help her feel less intimidated by the shop girls. She hardly went shopping, but she even less often went shopping for anything even remotely muggle. However, she had no way to get nice dress robes. There was the one place in Hogsmeade and she hated the shop designs, and hardly even knew what to do with herself outside the country. A few dresses had had potential, but nothing that stuck out- and if she was going to be stuck going to something so horridly formal, she at least wanted to be comfortable as well as looking good; yet every dress she tried she only felt fatter in. Huge and ugly; but then she did suppose she was nearly five months pregnant (where had all the time gone?!) and it only made sense.
Pulling out a horrendous blue gown, she almost immediately put it back, frowning and sticking out her tongue. She should have brought Val. Sure, she would have been a handful, but she would have been more entertained, maybe not been so nervous as she would have looked the perfect picture of haggard mother. Which, was such a foreign concept to her that she had to shake her head.
She mothered poor downtrodden people. Werewolves (and lately vampires?)...occasional beggars; she wasn't a real mother. But, she reminded herself, she'd been one for months now. Even without being pregnant. She'd taken up that role with Val almost immediately, and with enthusiasm; and a large part of her (after the initial shock) had done the same with being pregnant. Yet, there was still a part... It had most definitely not been glamorous or perfect, not that she had really thought it would be (but it was hard to completely ignore the stereotypes), however, she was finding herself feeling more and more excited. In barely two months she would have a baby, her baby. As in it (he, she reminded herself) was a part of her; a part of Kingsley.
Hand moving slightly to her stomach to give a soft smile, she was nearly bumped into by a blonde that gave her a glare and then pushed past her. Hestia shook her head, watching the woman and then turning around, catching eye of the dress. The material was strange...but...