"I was thirteen, thank you very much." Hestia weighed the scone in her hair for a few moments before deciding it tasted far too good to throw at Tonks. Though it was tempting.
"Regardless, I'm not interested in Charlie like that. He's so.. cocky. And loud. And messy." Taking a big bite of her pastry, Hestia continued. "I prefer men who have matured past fifth years."