Walking out of the Floo, Hestia had a plan for the rest of the evening. She was going to go home, change into more comfortable clothes and sit on the sofa with Tonks and talk. Really, it was a brilliant plan. Her best plan. She shrugged out of her robes before the fire even died down and had reached for the hem of her jump, pulling it a few inches up her stomach before she noticed there was someone sitting on her sofa.
"CHARLIE!" Nearly stumbling over the rug in her hurry to get to him, Hestia ran across the cozy living room and flung herself at her best mate. "What are you doing here? How did you get in here? Stop breaking into my house. Why didn't you tell me you were home!?" Her arms went around him and Hestia hugged Charlie as tightly as possible. She had missed him. A lot. A lot, lot, lot.