Who: Charlie and Tonks What: Searching for Hestia When: Saturday Night (Backdated) Where: Charlie's place then Hestia's place then who knows Warnings: Worry and swearing? Status: Incomplete
Charlie was pacing back and forth in his living room with his arms behind his back, a hand rested in the palm of his other, while his fingertips clutched around his wand. He tightened his grip on occasion, as his eyebrows came together in frustrated thought. He wanted to believe that Hestia had somehow managed to forget their date. Even though it wasn't like her, and would have hurt his self esteem to a degree, it would have meant she was safe. But it didn't match up or make sense...not with her having also missing work. That meant...well, he couldn't assume what it meant, but he had a feeling it meant something had happened.
Fuck.
He tightened his hand around his wand again, tapping it against his palm, trying to push down the sense of nausea in his stomach. His eyes flashed to the clock on the wall. Where was Tonks?